Chapter Eight
My energy rippled around the forest, permeating every living thing and creature. This woman in my arms was unknowingly a breath of life into everything surrounding her. She couldn’t sense it, but I could hear the creatures stirring, the roots in the winter soil taking deeper grip, the cradle of the moon holding our secrets. By giving me her orgasmic release, she’d fed me, and in part, I was able to transmute the energy to amplify the life force all around me.
I kissed her flaxen hair in appreciation. Still asleep, she coiled her little fingers into my chest hair, holding me. I didn’t mind. I wanted every inch of her on me. We couldn’t be close enough. I hiked her leg high across my body to expose her core with how it was bent. Needing to hold what was mine, I reached past her full bottom and cupped her center from behind. I could feel my seed seeping from her slit even though we’d cleaned up after our tryst. My release was strong and resilient, especially compared to a male mortal. Instinctually, I slipped my fingers through it and pushed it back into her, holding it there.
Awhile later, when she woke up to my hand against her, she sighed and wiggled closer, beckoning me to slip my fingers inside her. My Shea had a voracious appetite for pleasure, and I loved her for it.
“Dianus,” she moaned, shifting while she clenched my fingers. “How long have you been holding my pussy?”
Pussy. It was a weird term, but I’d heard humans call it several different things over time. All the words paled in comparison to the real experience of having it.
“Awhile,” I said, moving some hair off her neck with my free hand to whisper. “The real question is how long are you going to ride my cock, pretty woman?”
She moaned at my retort. Her pelvis moved in deeper, slow circles so my knuckles glided against her clit. “All night,” she replied with the easy answer I’d set up for her.
“That is my good little witch. So hungry for it. Come on my hand first.” To sweeten the deal, I pushed deeper inside her and began to rub. She clawed at my chest, casting a pleading look up at me from where she rested her head on my pec. “Do you feel that? How you are drenching my hand?”
“Yeah,” she gasped out, arching her back to expose more of herself to me.
From where I was reaching for her from behind, my forearm was all but wedged in the crack of her ass. Each movement of my hand caused her cheek to ripple. “Look down at your beautiful bottom.”
She did so in silence.
“Do you see that?” I continued on. “All that softness moving for me?”
“Just for you,” she said breathily.
And that did it for me. My cock stiffened with her promise. Needing to get inside her sooner than I’d expected, I grabbed her breast with my free hand, rolling her nipple between my thumb and finger to give her an offset to the pleasure. She cried out into the night, screaming obscenities as she came.
“Do you want more?” I asked as she shuddered.
“Yes, yes!” She gasped.
I got up, rolling her onto her back, loving the sight of her body underneath me, all pliant and plump. Her pussy pulsed with her recent orgasm, causing my silky seed to escape. Repeating my previous action, I shoved it back in with my fingers, causing her to let out a giggle.
“Are you shoving your cum back into me?”
“Yes,” I replied with a teasing, little smack.
“You did not just twat swat me!” she said with another giggle, riding the high, shifting her hips to open herself even further.
“Oh, I did. But I think you will like what I am about to do even better.” Without pretense, I dipped my length into her.
She nodded at the sensation, clawing up my arms before raking her nails down my chest. “Yes! Aw fuck, yes! Give me that cock.”
The frenzy was starting. I could see it in her eyes: the sheen of madness. It only made sense. Having sex with me was like taking a drug. Pure euphoria-inducing insanity. I’d have to stop us. Shea wouldn’t know how or when to. It would be like asking someone stranded in a desert not to drink from a spring. It was pure life force energy that met every need, every desire, every dream.
She held me closer as I pumped into her, her shapely legs delightful in the way she wrapped them around me, just as I’d suspected. Even more delightful were her little sounds of pleasure. She’d smatter on kisses and pleas all while finding ways to touch me. A grab of my ass, a brush of my hair, a gentle sweep of her lips over my eyelids, it all was so loving and sweet.
“Are you almost there?” she asked.
“Yes,” I growled
“Come on my tits.”
“Finish on your chest?” I asked in hidden horror.
“Yes,” she panted. “If you want.”
What the hell is wrong with modern men? Do they not trust their own cocks? Must they see their release to believe it?
Ever the curious rogue, I did as she asked, though it felt wrong. As I spurted over and over again on the smooth spans of skin between her tits, she wiggled blissfully, soaring in her post-coital high.
I ran two fingers through it.
She snickered, clearly pleased with herself as she touched some of it as well.
“Why waste perfectly good seed?” I asked before shoving my fingers into her mouth.
She closed her eyes, swirling her tongue around. “Mmm, yours tastes so good. It’s super sweet.”
“Keep sucking,” I said, stroking my cock and delving back inside her. Her eyes shot open when I did. Around my fingers, she let out a knowing chuckle as I went in for another round, claiming her in two ways.