CHAPTER 29 JARED #3
As an elf and a fae, apparently we share this trait… Interesting. My fingers lightly play with the shape of his ears, my eyelids squeezed shut, my face buried against his chest. And for a moment I forget the entire world. It's as if everything else has been cut off.
I float, oblivious to all the tragedy surrounding us, existing only in the world created by his touch. I breathe him in deeply, drawing in that new scent, and one question keeps echoing through my head: Did Mauro stop taking pheromone blockers?
And when? It must have happened within the last few hours. I know there’s a pill that can get rid of the effects of blockers within a few hours, and I have a feeling that must be the case.
A deep inhale…
Why am I getting so lightheaded? Why does this scent smell so fucking divine? Could this be the first time in my life I've actually breathed in the actual Allure scent of my True Mate?
It works so much more powerfully than any aphrodisiac. My body starts trembling, my fingers clutch desperately at his leather jacket, and my lips search for closeness. I turn, finding the side of his neck, and press my wet mouth against his hot, impossibly delicious-smelling skin.
All I want right now is for him to sink into my body, hard and deep. No foreplay, just rough, hard sex. I unbutton my pants in a flash and shove them down over my ass, then twist around and press my front against the tree bark, pushing my ass out toward him as I feel my opening throbbing.
"Fuck me!" I blurt out, barely recognizing my hoarse voice.
I feel his breath against my cheek, his lips sliding down my neck as his groin presses against my ass. Through the fabric of his pants, I can feel the hard, long shape of his dick.
My pulse races, everything before my eyes turns almost luminous, and my breath catches with arousal.
A moment later, I hear the sound of his zipper opening, and the hot head of his cock presses against my clenching ring.
"Yes!"
He thrusts, and a loud moan tears out of me as he sinks right into my tunnel, forcing the walls apart.
He doesn't hesitate, just starts fucking me fast and hard, exactly the way I want him right now.
I desperately need the chaos inside me to be drowned out by lust; I want to forget, want to become nothing but hunger.
My body is taut as a bowstring, aching to shoot forward like an arrow in an orgasmic explosion, my insides drowning in pleasure, pulsing and tightening around him like a tight pink rubber glove.
We fuck, hot breath mingling, body against body, one thrust and another and another. My body rocks with every movement, my fingers gripping the bark as that divine sensation builds inside me…
And suddenly, I start to feel it!
It's as if thin greenish streaks are slipping out from beneath my fingertips, touching the tree and merging with its energy.
I begin to see everything, as though my connection with Mauro is amplifying my own abilities.
Did Silvio make this possible for me? I press my forehead against the tree, feeling its calm, ancient presence.
My own animal, physical, lustful nature as a protein-based creature stands in stark contrast to that slow, green tide surrounding me.
I begin to understand its nature. I begin to feel it the way Mauro does: an almost intimate connection, support, an embrace.
The world around me isn't empty, or filled with just motionless winter trunks of sleeping trees.
This world is alive.
Millions of pulses of energy race along the branches and sink into the earth, into the network of roots. Everything is connected, woven together like a subtle web. I can witness the spectacle of it, this delicate life made of thin green threads linking every living thing in the forest.
Against that soothing backdrop, my own desire rises upward like a bird soaring higher and higher.
With my fingers clenched against the surface of the tree, I come, illuminating the space around us with a sphere of golden, pink, and red energy, like an exploding star. I know now that I'm part of something greater, my body softly merged into the fabric of the forest.
So I am… of the forest folk, after all.
Then I collapse onto the forest floor, and Mauro goes down with me, still moving inside me.
Our breaths intertwine, his fingers weave through mine, and his lips travel over my temple, my pointed ears, my cheeks.
I can feel his… emotions, pulsing inside him, burning fiercely, wanting me as desperately as he wants air, as something priceless, essential for living.
I am his dream, his deepest desire, his everything…
We make love, and I don't feel the cold. I don't feel like an intruder in this forest, like something foreign that doesn't belong here.
The forest welcomes me, accepts me, surrounds me, and soothes me with its magic, wrapping me in its energy.
Mauro and I keep making love for a long while, slowly, then faster, more passionately, then more gently. And when I close my eyes and drift toward sleep, I know I'm no longer just an ordinary human for whom the chill of the night and the dampness of the ground would be difficult to endure.
My nature makes all of this feel completely normal. I belong here, and I can fall asleep feeling as comfortable as if I were lying in my own bed.