Please let me fit.
His prayers to the gods were answered when he slowly wedged himself into her tight channel. As soon as the head of his cock pushed through her entrance, he moaned deeply.
“Ahh...slight pinch, slight pinch,” she repeated with a slight wince. Her brows drew upward and her eyes met his.
Skarde ceased all movements; breathing included. Blast the god. They didn’t fit after all. With the greatest hesitation he’d ever felt in his life, Skade began to pull out.
“Wait. Stop!”
“What is it?” He paused, heeding her direction.
“Why are you...why are you stopping?” she accused with a hint of dejection in her voice.
“It is clear we do not fit. We will find another way to make love. Do not fret,” he turned his head away in embarrassment.
An arm snaked up and pulled his chin back toward her lovely face. “Don’t say that.” She placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. “We only just started. This is my...first time. I don’t think we should stop yet. Can we keep going...please?”
“I don’t want to hurt you any further,” he admitted shamefully.
“For heaven’s sake Skarde, it was a pinch!” she said lightheartedly
He couldn’t help but stare at her in shock. “Did my mate just give me sass?”
“Maybe,” she giggled. “What are you going to do about it?”
What indeed?
And with that, he pushed his cock back inside her body. Her fingers dug into his forearm as he slowly made his way to the hilt. Her head flung back, eyes squeezed shut. “Oh heavens...I feel so full right now.”
“By the gods Delilah, your cunt is tighter than when I fist myself,” he choked out.
It was true, he would not deny it. He touched himself to release. Often. Especially when his mind drifted about her.
“That sounds so filthy, but I like it,” she moaned, and then she wiggled her hips against him expectantly.
“So impatient,” he tsked.
“No, but I figured if you were going to cram that monster inside my body, there had to be more to it. I may be a virgin, but I can put two and two together.” she reasoned.
“So can I,” he said as he pulled out and then pushed back in again.
Delilah reached up and grasped him behind the neck and pulled his face back against hers, crushing her lips to his. Her sweet lips tasted faintly like berries too, and he greedily wanted to drink from her again. This time, she opened her mouth willingly, beckoning his tongue inside her. Their tongues swirled as if they were dueling. It was messy, but Skarde was finding that he liked messy.
His balls ached, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. So, he slowed down, but with each thrust, he tilted his cock upward, ensuring that he hit every nerve along her body.
His mate’s cries of pleasure were music to his ears and eventually, she began to move on her own. Her attempts to move in unison with him made it more difficult to work their bodies, but he would not tell her that.
Delilah continued to chase her own orgasm. She moved her hips jarringly, but eventually picked up a steady rhythm that worked for both of them, but it was too good.
“You must slow down, or I will finish,” he choked out, as he squeezed his eyes shut and grunted, holding back his release.
Her sweet-tasting cunt was milking him like it was hungry for his seed, like it wanted every last drop his balls had saved up. Her channel continued to flutter around him, and he knew that he could never palm himself again. The difference was too great. Now that he knew the pleasures he could give his mate, and the pleasures she could give in kind, there would be no return for him.
This was it.
“Then finish. I’m about to come too,” she whined and bucked her hips until her moans became cries of passion.
The feeling of her body swallowing him, squeezing him, and then coming on him, was too much. An explosion was set off inside him. He pumped punishingly into her giving body, slamming home one final time as he roared his release, until finally he withdrew and slumped next to her, completely and utterly spent.
With the last remaining bit of energy he had, he pulled her tightly against him. “You carry my heart, my mate.” Then he kissed her forehead, sighing in contentment.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Delilah
“Why is it so bright?” Delilah groaned, placing a hand on her face to shield her eyes.
Yawning, she tried to sit up, but with a large green arm wrapped around her midsection, she couldn’t. His arm was heavier than she expected and for some reason that made her laugh. So, she did the only thing she could and turned to face the male that imprisoned her in her own bed.
The bags beneath his eyelids were dark. It was obvious he was exhausted from staying up all night pleasuring her. Reaching down, she cupped herself. Her vagina was slick with his seed and still sore from his penetration, but it didn’t stop the wide smile from gracing her face. While their actual lovemaking had been short and almost brutal, every inch of her body had been given tender love.
It didn’t feel like Skarde had taken anything from her; she found it perplexing that women claimed men took them, when it was quite obvious women took men.
And despite the soreness she felt at that moment, she wanted to take him again and again and again, but the poor male lay at her side, tired and snoring. Her fingers trailed the side of his face, upward to his ears and then finally over his black hair. His braids were tight and felt coarse and she wondered how they would look if he undid them. Would they be as curly as hers or would his hair eventually fall flat against his back?
Eventually, with enough effort, she broke free from his confines, washed herself up and slipped on some clothes. Thankfully the rain had finally relented as she was desperate to step out of the cave.
A short while later, she basked outside in the sunlight. The weather had cooled significantly from when she had first arrived.
How long has it been now? A little over a week, perhaps almost two weeks if I count how long I was ill.
It was almost difficult for her to believe how much had changed, how her feelings had changed. Last night was the biggest change of them all. After Skarde claimed her and she claimed him back, there was no possible way she could go back to her life before. What she had now felt like a piece of heaven after so much hell.
Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when she saw the size of the weeds protruding from Skarde’s garden. If she thought it was unruly before, it was nothing compared to the crap show it was now. All that rain was nothing but fodder to the weeds that had grown almost an entire foot taller.
The soil squelched as she approached. Everything smelled of mud and fresh rain. Delilah searched the ground until she found a suitable place to kneel where she didn’t have to worry about getting caked in mud. Then she got to work ripping the weeds from their roots while the earth was still damp and their stems were easy to pull.
A short while later, a giant pair of arms encircled her waist. She recognized his brawny green arms immediately. Delilah sighed and leaned back against his broad chest. A small break would do the garden no harm. It was already in a massive state of disarray, and with the cooler weather, it probably wouldn’t survive much longer, but prepping it for spring seemed a reasonable task as any.
“How am I supposed to pull all these weeds if you keep trapping me in your arms? Which I found out this morning are very heavy, by the way,” she pointed out.
“You’re not,” he rumbled and shoved his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell divine.”
“I highly doubt that,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes.
Divine. Yeah right. Delilah took a deep breath and relished the comforting warmth his presence afforded her. She released the persistent weed from her grasp. She’d been trying to pull it for the past several minutes to no avail. It was more stubborn than Skarde who nearly refused to let her leave during the night to relieve herself.
It was difficult to suppress her laughter. “I’m not surprised. It’s a mess. Not to mention the plants have little sunlight in this spot and these,” she said, pointing to a cluster of rapidly dying peppers, “are not only spaced too closely together, but it’s far too cold for them to thrive now.”
There were several other things she could point out, but didn’t want to wound his pride.
“Seems like I picked the right mate.” Skarde placed a few kisses on the side of her neck.
Delilah loved hearing the word mate on his lips, it made things between them feel final. She didn’t want to let go of him now after how close they had gotten. She needed him not only because he somehow drove all her demons away, but because she was begging to love him. Something she didn’t think was possible, especially so soon, but regardless of time, it made it no less true.
“Is that right?” she said, then laughed at both his comment and the tickling sensation.
“Mhmm,” he replied, trailing a hand upward and squeezed her breast. “My female can sew, cook, garden and has a delicious cunt. Let me taste you again, my mate.”
Her breath caught in her throat the idea. She enjoyed his lips on her the previous night. The way he had licked her sensitive flesh had sent every nerve on fire. Delilah was almost certain what they had done would have been considered taboo in Bethania, but she enjoyed their naughty lovemaking and the naughty words her mate would say. If he wanted to taste her forbidden fruits she would gladly let him, but only after a bath.
“As wonderful as that sounds, how about you show me that spot you told me so little about? The one that’s much more suitable for bathing.”
“Hmm. I do recall telling you about a special place, but I’m feeling a tad bit tired this morning. If you want me to take you all the way out there, then I think it’s only fair you make it worth my while.”
Delilah could almost hear him grinning from behind her. It amused her how he was trying to get his way, but she had her own deck of cards to play too.
“Is that so? Well, I guess I won’t have to punish you for being lazy and sleeping in the morning, but…” she paused to emphasize her point further, “if you don’t, then no more ’cunt’ for you so late at night. I can’t have you turning lazy on me every day when there’s traps to check.”
His grip tightened and he spun her around so fast she almost didn’t see it happen. “You’d deny me? If I have to hold out for you, I will, but I will promise you this. The next time you take me in your body I will fill you with so much seed, you’ll be bearing my younglings till the day I take my last breath,” he snarled.
Delilah’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head at his declaration. He could snip and snarl all he wanted, but she wasn’t afraid of him. It was just the opposite.
Delilah’s core immediately clenched. She dripped endlessly, and it wasn’t from the seed he deposited in her last night. There was no way to deny the heat she was now feeling. His filthy words brought her to a near boiling point. She was so turned on she was afraid there wasn’t an off.
“I can smell your arousal, mate. Sit on my cock and I promise to last longer than last night.”
She could see the slight wince in his face as he said those words and it made her feel awful. There was no reason for him to feel like that. Last night they were both virgins. As far as she was concerned, he performed to perfection.
The bath would just have to wait. There was no way she could walk away now, not when he demanded her to take his body into hers the way he had. His words were a compulsion, a deadly one. She’d be riding him till the day she died if he continued to speak like that.
With her hands splayed across his naked chest, she pushed him back until he lay flat against the damp earth. His fingers slid up the hem of her slip as she climbed atop him. Even though he offered to, she didn’t need him to taste her and make her body come. She was already sopping wet for him.
“I don’t want to hear about how long you lasted last night, or how long you’ll last today...or tomorrow,” Delilah chided, pressing a finger on his lips before he could respond.
Then she wrapped her fingers around his thick member and placed it at her entrance. He was so hot and she could feel every time he pulsed. Her body tingled in anticipation, but the sore ache of the night before disappeared the moment he speared her, replaced by an intense fullness.
Skarde nodded his head and grabbed her hips. “Ride me.”
While it was only her second time at this, she now knew enough to bob her hips up and down. Her movements were jerky at best, and for the briefest of moments, she trembled. Not in pleasure, but in worry. What if she was doing it wrong or he didn’t enjoy it as much as she was?
Skarde leaned forward and stole a kiss from her lips before she could protest. His yellow eyes bore into hers. “What troubles you?”
“I just worry that I’m doing it wrong.”
He gave her a look of warning, one that said not another word of this nonsense before he slammed himself upward, forcing her to take him balls deep. They both groaned and eventually, Skarde rested his forehead against hers.
“My cock will always ache for your cunt, Delilah, but we are both learning. I find pleasure in almost all the things you do to me.”
With more confidence than before, she ground her hips against him and arched a brow. “Almost?”
“Yes. No more threats of denying your body from me,” he grunted, meeting each movement of hers with a thrust of his own.
With one hand on her hip and another on her shoulder, he pinned her down and used the leverage to burrow deeper into her body every time he thrust upward. The slick movement of his member sliding in and out of her body, filling her to the brink and back again, was delicious torture.
“By the gods, you’re so tight. Your cunt is crushing my cock,” he choked out.
“Keep talking like that,” she whined, bouncing on him like her life depended on it.
“My balls have never ached for release so bad before,” he panted before lowering his head to catch her left nipple in his mouth.
Delilah nearly screamed in ecstasy as his tongue licked, licked and suckled her perky nubs.
“Oh...please...Skarde touch me down there too!”
Much to her relief, his hand reached between their bodies, catching her clit between his fingers. Her body came alive at the touch, especially when he rubbed small circles, occasionally pinching her. It was like he studied her perfectly the night before and now he was the master of her body.
“I’m going to come soon...it’s happening.” Her hips moved jarringly as her release slowly approached.
“Me too. Come on your mate’s cock!” he roared.
The combination of his filthy words and the hot seed blasting her inside was enough for her to come. Her body froze, then jerked slightly and then froze again as everything inside her came undone.
“Oh heavens,” she whined again, eyes slammed shut until she slumped against him.
They lay silent for a while until his thick member softened and slid out of her body.
“No more denying,” he rasped in exhaustion.
Delilah smiled, rolling her eyes. “Can we bathe now?” she asked, peering up at his blissfully peaceful face. “Or are you still feeling lazy? I don’t want to have to–”
She squealed as Skarde picked her up and carried her to their furs.
***
Shortly after their second and third round of making love—Skarde’s way of ensuring she’d feel so good she could never say no—they left their den, traveling to a secret destination Skarde promised was well worth the wait. Funnily enough—and thankfully, given how wobbly Delilah’s legs were—they didn’t walk long before they reached their destination.
When they arrived, Delilah jumped up and down excitedly as she looked in wide-eyed wonder at the hot springs before her. She’d only ever heard of such
places, never actually been to one herself as she never traveled outside of Bethania.
Smack in the middle of the rocky terrain was a giant bright blue pool of water. Not only could she feel the heat emitting from the spring, but she could see steam rising above the surface, diffusing into the cool air. She knew without a doubt it would be glorious, but when she was finished luxuriating, it would be equally brutal.
But it will be worth every moment.
“Entirely safe?” she asked knowing full well he wouldn’t have brought her if it wasn’t, but one could never be too careful. Besides, they were of different species. It was entirely possible what was safe for him was not entirely safe for herself. With that in mind, she set her wariness aside and undressed.
“Yes.” Skarde removed his loincloth and stepped inside the water with a large, satisfied grin.
“Any creatures lurking beneath the surface I should know about?”
“No,” he said, then laughed.
Delilah dropped her clothes on the ground. Excitement and long-awaited anticipation rolled through her in waves. As she stepped one foot into the water, a contented sigh escaped her lips, and before she knew it, she was already waist-deep.
“It’s not very deep, but this is amazing.”
“Indeed.”
Skarde waded through water until he came upon her and enfolded her body into his arms. He kissed the top of her head possessively.
“Shame we don’t have any soap. I think I’d kill for some right now,” she said with a laugh.
“Oh really? You think I didn’t prepare for this moment?”
Delilah turned in his arms, arching a brow, knowing there was no possible way he had any soaps. He didn’t use the animal lards for that sort of thing, and given she had personally organized his stores. She knew full well that there wasn't a single thing he owned that could scrub her body, much to her dismay.
“Aha, you think I would bring you here to wash without planning ahead? I see my mate thinks very little of me.”
“That’s a lie,” she laughed, shoving him lightly. Her mate was who he was, and he didn’t smell bad or look grungy. Now that she was thinking about it, he was rather clean.
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