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Our lips find each other again, and his cock drags over that sweet spot inside me. My balls are so tight it is torture; the friction of my cock between our bellies is mind-bending pleasure. Tor’s elbows bracket my head, enclosing me, and the feeling that he is all around me, all-encompassing, pushes me closer and closer. I lock my feet around his hips, pulling him tight, my hips rising to meet his ruthless thrusts.
“Mine, mine, mine.”I can hear his frantic mumbling against my lips and I cannot hold in the growl. I am his, he ismine. The air around us ripples, vibrating with energy. I can feel it pulsating, urging us on further towards our climax. That golden connection between us tightens, wrapping itself around us, through us. I am no longer aware of where my pleasure ends and his begins. It is one thunderous beatingthingbetween us, spurring us to new, dizzying heights.
The feeling in my chest is too big to contain my need for Tor, my desperatelongingfor him. The primal snarls in my head get loud again, demanding more, demanding I make him mine, take him. I wrench my mouth from his and arch up to bite down on the corded tendons of his neck. Tor’s cry tears through the Woods and his hips slam brutally into me.
“Fuck, Caelan, I am going to come. Going to fill you. Make you mine.” His hips punctuate each word, and I release his throat and suck on the vicious wound. The thrill of his sweet scent, his salty skin and the metallic blood from the small tears in his skin sizzle in my veins, and I know he can feel it too, when his cock swells, as he unleashes his load inside me.
His release triggers my own, and I cry out with a sob as my cock jerks and spurts rope after rope of cum between us. Tor fucks me through our orgasms, slowing and gentling, lips ceaselessly pressing kisses to my face, my neck, my chest until, completely wrung out and spent, he withdraws his cock from me and rolls to the side. Unable to lose contact with his trembling body, I wrap myself around him like a blanket, tangling our legs, locking our arms together.
I can feel his cum dribbling from my hole, and it quiets the beast inside me, knowing that I was so thoroughly used and owned by the man lazily stroking his fingers over my back. Our chests rise and fall with our heaving breaths. I feel the need to saysomethingto tell him how amazing that was, but the words catch in my throat as exhaustion overwhelms me. My eyelids droop. It suddenly feels impossible to keep them open.
“That was…” Tor begins. I can hear the same lilting sleepiness in hisvoice. “That was…”
“Everything. That waseverything,” I mumble against his chest, kissing his nipple gently. His sleepy hum of agreeance is the last thing I hear before exhaustion claims me and I fall into the darkness of the night.
Tor
I am sore andaching in all the best ways. Sure, waking up on the frost-covered grass is not exactly great, but being wrapped up in Caelan’s naked body feeling the aches from the way we had ravaged each other under the stars? Perfection.
Last night was… wild. I’ve had alotof sex in my life, like, alot. There was a time, in my embarrassingly recent past when I was what might have been delicately called “a bit of a slutbag”. I wasn’t exactly discriminating when it came to my partners. Not something I am proud of, but still, it gives me a solid basis for comparison. Like my own scientific research. But last night was something else entirely.
With a featherlight hand I touch the bruises and marks on my aching neck. They sear under my fingers, sending a lightning bolt of lust through my lower belly, rousing my sleeping cock. My connection to Caelan had been intense since our first message. Deep wild parts of me had been drawn to him ever since I saw that first picture of him smiling like a fool in the Woods. I was smitten.
Since then this thing between us had only grown, the smouldering embers that had ignited while we were separated roaring into this wildfire. I felt like I had known him forever and a day. I have always been sensitive to his feelings, his closeness. But last night something else had brewed between us. I couldfeelwhat he felt. It was fucking wild.
I want to do it again. Forever. Always.
Eventually his snuffly snores tickle my aching neck, his hard hairy body pressing against my side, his heavy limbs wrapped around me. Okay, it is a little weird having a frozen ass and sweating from the heat between us, but what are you going to do?
I stretch just a little, wincing again at my bruises from Caelan’s bites, disappointed they will fade in only hours because of my stupid fae healing. I wriggle as much as I can beneath Caelan’s weight, trying to work out the aches and pains and get the blood pumping back into my icy toes. Our fire reduced to nothing but burning embers overnight and we are paying for it now.
My hands run over Caelan’s back as I roll in his arms on my side to reach more of him, over his soft but strong belly, up his thick thighs and to grab a handful of his meaty ass. I love how hairy he is, how it tickles beneath my hand. Maybe it’s because I naturally have none, like envy? Either way, it is hot and I love it. I love everything about this man. It’s dangerous.
Gripping his ass I pull him hard against me; he’s only half-hard, but his cock is filling rapidly as I grind my own equally plump cock against him. We are both still sticky and crusty from last night, dirt encrusting from the Woods floor, but I need to touch him, taste him. I lick and nip at his neck, ignoring the chafing beard burn on my face, nosing along his jaw, breath hitching as the head of his cock catches the sensitive underside of my head. Sparks shoot through the base of my spine to my shaft, Caelan’s breath changing against my pricklish skin as he begins to slowly rouse.
Awake now, he ruts against me, chasing his own pleasure from his dreams, hands palming and kneading any flesh he can reach. His beard tickles me when his lips find mine, grunting softly against me, not bothering to truly kiss but instead share our breath, our pleasure, as he wrings soft whimpers from me.
All too soon, I reach my crescendo, my balls drawing tight against me as I come hard against his stomach. It doesn’t take long for Caelan to follow me over the edge, his own release mingling with mine between us. I drag a finger through it, swirling it through his hair, loving the idea of us mixed together like this. It’s a heady rush; it feelsright. I lick my finger clean and Caelan groans again, his soft cock giving a half-hearted jerk, attempting to rally.
“Good morning.” His voice is muffled as he kisses his way along my neck and clavicle.Ugh. This man. My heart constricts a little with the tenderness he shows. His hands haven’t stopped their seeking, small touches everywhere driving me insane.
“Ungh, as much as I would love nothing more than to continue this, it is freezing out here and we need to get moving.”
Caelan’s face scrunches up at my attempt at being the responsible one here, his hungry eyes taking in every inch of my nakedness spread out like a buffet, lingering heavily on the bites and finger marks decorating my body. He wants to eat me up and for one shining moment, I forget why I shouldn’t let him. Maybe it’s the goose pimples along my legs that finally sway him.
“Fine.” He is pouty, which is adorable on him, but still, I watch his magnificent body roll up into standing, and take his offered hand to haul myself up.
Packing up our camp takes twice as long as it should; we had got it down to a fine art in the past, but Caelan keeps sneaking these wanton looks my way and then suddenly I’m back in his arms while he kisses me like he is stealing my soul. Not that I wouldn’t give it willingly.
We eat and refill our drink bottles, clean ourselves up and get dressed and all too soon we are leaving our offerings and on our way. According to Caelan’s calculations, we only have a few more days of travel, and I am nervous as fuck about what we’ll find. Or maybe worse, won’t.
As we walk, Caelan holds my hand again. It’s sometimes awkward when we get to rough, steep terrain, but I love the feeling of his rough, calloused hand in mine. It gives me this sense of borrowed calm. Like I’ll be okay, so long as I have him. He tells me more stories of the farm, of his ridiculous chickens, especially Henny, the little terror he found in his house on more than one occasion, despite being locked in her coop, and once fought more than one snake and won. She is a badass.
I tell him stories about my family and Theo that I am pretty sure I have shared before, but he listens to with genuine interest, anyway. In particular, I tell him about the Winter Solstice that our parents had forgotten us altogether and left us with our tyrannical demon of a Nanny for a week when I was fourteen and Theo was only seven. I had managed to make a fun holiday for Theo. We hadn’t had any presents, not that we needed them anyway, but I dragged him outside to make snowmen and took him sledding.
I even managed to convince Nanny Thompson to let us build a giant blanket fort in Theo’s rooms. Our parents’ general neglect must’ve been truly depressing because, in a fit of uncharacteristic sympathy, she had made us a feast of our favourite dinner with extra dessert to eat in our magical cave. But it was me who held Theo that night when he cried, wondering where our parents were. We never did find out where they had gotten to that year.
Replaying the ugly memory brings back the crashing reminder of what we are doing out here. Yet again the clawing anxiety spirals up my spine until I am choking on it. In amongst the soft ferns, under the sun-dappled shade and looming tree trunks, I collapse, unable to breathe. The rollercoaster of emotions tackles me full force as the lustre of the previous night wears off, like a force field fading away. My faeknowingis screaming urgency and panic as my emotions break down my walls, keeping it silenced. The magic of the Woods, which is usually as comforting as it is oppressive, closes in on me, forcing me to the ground as I huddle on the moss, arms wrapped around my knees, my breath unable to go in or out.
