Page 140 of Trove’s Purpose

And she smiled. Because it was such a silly question. Okay? She was more than just okay. She had never felt this good in her life. Whole, complete, wonderful, incredible-

That was just too much to say, so she smiled and assured him, “Yeah. I’m okay. Are you okay?”

He chuckled, like the question was silly. And maybe it was. He might not have just been fucked into an inch of his life, but he was experiencing something wholly new and incredible.

Trove leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. Warmth spread in her chest.

And pain in her bladder.

She grimaced, shifting again. Trying to clench her legs shut, but unable to close them. Not just because his body was in the way, but also because of the cock still plugging her up.

“Erm, Trove…”

He laughed but seemed to understand. Putting a hand to her hip, he held her down so he could pull himself free. She winced, ready for the stretch of his knot to be painful when it was removed.

He was thick, wider at the base than any other part of his cock, but he wasn’t unyielding in his firmness. He slid out with just a bit of effort, making her groan. She turned to the side, holding her lower belly.

She thought it was bad with him inside, but it was worse now that he was out. She really had to go, and her bladder absolutely refused to be ignored.

However, she almost lost all control when she stood and her legs, to her surprise, nearly gave out on her completely. The only thing that kept her from falling was Trove’s arms suddenly catching her. He swept her up quickly, before she could hit the ground or the bed, and chuckled.

“You think you can walk? I’m almost offended,” he said.

She blinked, holding onto him. “That’s… That’s a real thing?!” She gasped.

Now that she was moving them, the aching stretch in her thighs was so much worse. And they were actually shaking. Weak and sore.

She thought that was just an exaggeration. She didn’t think that was real.

Trove brought her to the privy and, at her insistence, left her there. He might be her mate, but they were not at the ‘peeing in front of each other’ stage of their relationship yet.

After relieving herself, she stood and, this time, caught herself on the wall. She glared down at her thighs, almost angry that they were refusing to operate properly. Her entire lower half was mutinying against her.

Including her poor pussy, because it burned when she peed, the abused flesh angry. And when she stood, despite using the toilet, Trove was still dripping out of her, wetting her thighs. It made her have to sit back down again to clean up.

Sex was messy.

Well, duh. That wasn’t a surprise. She hadn’t ever doubted it when people told her that. Still, it was somehow a surprise. And difficult to deal with now that her thighs and abdomen were all protesting at their movement.

After cleaning up again, she made her way to the door. Then turned back and lapped the small privy – it was only a couple steps – to make sure she could keep herself up. Now that she was prepared for how jelly her legs felt, it was easier not to fall.

But she was stooped, and her thighs were shaking. And all she wanted to do was get back to the bed and curl up in it with Trove.

Now satisfied that she was able to walk without falling on her butt, she returned to the door and pressed the console to unlock and open it.

To her surprise, Trove was on the other side. In complete contrast to her, he was standing tall, strong, and unbendable. He didn’t even look tired. He only smiled as, once again, he stooped over so he could scoop her up in his arms.

She squeaked, throwing her arms around him.

“I can walk, you know,” she protested as he walked her back to their bed.

“Good work,” he said, unconcerned. “I can too. Look at me go.”

She fought and lost against the giggle that built in her throat. It turned into outright laughter when he broke into an little jig. Proving his prowess and strength as he danced in place, still holding her up like it was nothing.

He was so silly. So happy. He laughed along with her as he gave up his fancy footwork to put her back into the bed.

At some point, he had pulled the blanket down. He nestled her into place in the center before sliding into her side. He put his arms around her, tugging her close, spooning her with one hand on her lower belly, the other on her breast.