Page 32 of Born Savage

When I pulled our lips free, her moan was subdued and her eyes glassy, glowing emeralds spun in a fire. She looked so beautiful lying under me, the rise of pleasure unexpected.

Yet she wasn’t accepting of what had to be.

Including accompanying me on an adventure. I could tell even now, even with her long legs wrapped around my waist. Even with her soft lips pursed and in the throes of ecstasy.

She wouldn’t come willingly.

And I couldn’t afford to lose track of her.

Her muscles stretched, accepting my thick cock and a smile was there, shining in those same star-filled eyes and in the corners of her lush lips. I could enjoy fucking her all night long, defiling her in every way.

Somehow, I doubted that was anything she’d want. But for now, I was content with savoring being her first. While I tried to be gentle, she clung to me in a way indicating she wanted nothing to do with my tender side.

I pulled out, driving into her again. And again. Soon I was unable to hold back, my body’s needs leading to a roughness I hadn’t anticipated.

Yet she wasn’t backing down, her grip on my shoulders bordering on painful. We rocked together, pushing boundaries while the wildness inside of her dictated how fast and how brutal my strokes were.

I was so damn deep inside it felt as if I was lost in her. With every shift of my hips, I ground hard against her core. There was no restraint left between us. Just raw, crazed need that kept our pulses high and our needs unfathomable.

The sudden urge to have her climax was so strong I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust harder, losing myself in her and as she clung to me, I sensed the moment she was ready to let go.

Her soft cries were muted, her body still writhing under me. I didn’t hold back, slamming into her with a sense of need surpassing all sense of decency.

As her pussy muscles clamped and released, every muscle began to tense. I had no idea how long I managed to last, but when the last threads of control faded, the sheer joy of releasing was only overshadowed by the knowledge that this could never happen again.

Yet as I filled her with my seed, I knew I’d forever hold a sense of owning her that couldn’t be erased by time or space.

The way her pussy fluttered around my cock could keep me going all night.

In my mind she belonged to me.

Mine to keep and protect.

Only that wasn’t the case.

A greater purpose.

A higher cause.

The words were practiced, a required mantra. A reality that couldn’t be changed.

The blood racing through my veins ran cold. The capture and completion wouldn’t be so easy. Every obstacle from here on out could be devastating. But the oath of the Verndari would remain intact.

There is no honor in hiding.

With our breathing slowing, I curled my body around hers, pulling her even closer. At least this way, I could keep her safe as required.

In the last few minutes as her breathing slowed and fatigue took hold, another image flashed into my mind. One from long ago held in a memory that likely held no accuracy.

But comforting nonetheless.

* * *

A sound drew my attention, soft yet irritating in the quietness of the night. Crouching, I scanned the barren area, one ripe with hiding places. While the light was waning, the Night Dwellers were still sequestered in their dark burrows.

Whoever was hiding in the dilapidated buildings had no chance of survival. Either that or there were Freedom Hunters ensuring there was no one left from my father’s cabinet. If the bastards found out I was alive, hunters would be sent to finish what had been started. I had to be very careful.

The news of my family’s slaughter had nearly destroyed me, pushing me into risking my life and that of my fellow Verndari. I’d lost my way, escaping the secure compound in search of some sense of solace. I’d wandered several miles before realizing how far I’d gone, succumbing to despair before hearing the sound.