# Part Six: Fucking Goddess
**Marcia Tumbleheart**
Marcia woke up as the faintest rays of light filtered through the window across from the bed. She gazed out as the forest slowly came into wakefulness, a few scattered birds flying to and fro. Tirron laid peacefully, his face passive. She admired his face for a while, the curve of his horns, his hair messy around his head and fully out of his previous braid.
But duty called and she wriggled out of his arms, prodding naked into the bathroom for her morning ablutions. She cleaned up the dried seed that crusted to her skin, making a good bath on the schedule for today. She fixed her hair into a messy ponytail and went back into the bedroom. She found her dress and panties, dry now but still a little uncomfortable.
Marcia took one last look at his sleeping form. He was a handsome man, a devil that now gripped her heart. She didn’t know what being a parent was like, hers were loving but clinical. Since she left home as a young teenager, she had only exchanged letters with them.
But as she touched her stomach and felt the energy swirling within, the egg that was fertilized by him, she was sure that the two of them would be parents together. Marcia wanted to make it work, she had a duty to the life inside of her.
She prodded out of the room on silent feet and went outside, stretching in the rays of the sun. She was up a little earlier than normal, but she also went to bed much earlier than normal in the aftermath of their love making.
And love making, it was. Her mind dwelled on it as she went about cleaning up her garden, picking a few weeds that sprouted up in the past couple of days. She picked a couple cucumbers and tomatoes that were ready. By the time she headed back inside, she was a little sweaty and more than a little hot under the collar from her memories of the previous day.
She went about making a salad for breakfast from her fresh vegetables. After she ate, she prodded back into the bedroom to find Tirron sitting up in bed, a Green Leaf smoke between his fingers. It was unlit and she raised her eyebrow curiously.
“Goodmorning, beautiful.” He growled in a way that made her thighs squeeze together. “Mind if I smoke?” He asked as he eyed her a little hungrily. She felt it, the energy that tied them together, a deep lust that rose between them.
“Not at all, if you are a hospitable guest that knows how to share.” She teased a little as she climbed up in bed between him and the wall. He easily slid an arm around her and pulled her body to his nude form. She sighed with delight as she laid her thigh on top of his, his half-hard cock already growing against her.
“I’m very hospitable.” He growled in her ear as he planted a kiss on her neck, making her moan softly at the touch of his rough lips. But he turned away before he continued his kisses, using the hand that was wrapped around her shoulder to spark a small flame between his index finger and thumb, lighting the smoke at his lips. She noticed for the first time that he was missing his left ring finger, but decided not to comment on it.
It was strange for Marcia, utterly strange that she had a man in her bed. Sure, she’d shared a bed with a few men from the village, but only in their own home and rarely overnight. But Tirron was different, he made her feel as no other ever had.
“No regrets?” He asked after taking a long hit on his smoke before passing it to her, his face a little serious but at ease. She shook her head as she took the smoke and took a soft drag on it. Green leaf wasn’t rare in these parts, but outside of certain rituals and spells, she rarely partook of it.
“None. I’ve thought it over and I can see no other course of action that would save the innocence of those in your caravan, in the village. Thus, it was supposed to be this way. I’m not one to look backwards, Tirron. Forward is the only direction that matters.” She declared simply, her voice serious even as she ran her thigh over his length, making his face twitch a little as they shared the smoke back and forth.
“Then forward it is. I would have taken my own life in the brief clarity orgasm granted me, so I owe myself to you.” He said as seriously as he could manage as I teased him with my soft thigh.
“Think I’ll keep taking advantage then.” She grinned as she passed the smoke back to him once more and shifted out of his grasp, moving down his form until she was sitting between his legs and her face hovered above his aching length.
“Marcia..” He groaned as I took the length in my hands, stroking from the tip that oozed clear liquid down to his thick balls. He passed the smoke back to her with a shaky hand, sliding his fingers into her hair as she took it, taking a long drag. His fingers freed her hair and stroked it as she smoked again and breathed the smoke out on his aching member, making him groan once more.
The green leaf was affecting her, giving her mind a singular purpose as it cleared away all other thoughts and concerns. She took one last puff, holding it inside as she handed it back to him, then she descended her mouth on him. He was large, but she was able to take him into her waiting hole, her tongue sliding down the underside. She breathed out the smoke through her cracked lips.
She hoped it would make his cock tingle and increase his pleasure, but she didn’t know for sure what effect it would have besides being sexy to him. She began to work her lips up and down the head as one hand held the base of him and the other stroked just under her lips.
“Holy mother..” Tirron growled as she worked on him steadily. Marcia felt the way his balls twitched and his cock pulsed with pleasure and she knew she was bringing him close by the way his breath quickened and his hands gripped her hair, not enough to control her but enough to make known his enjoyment.
“Cum for me.” She murmured briefly as she felt his edge approaching and with a groan, he obliged as she sank her lips around the head once more. His cock grew in her mouth and his balls tightened under him and then he pulsed into her waiting lips. She firmly stroked him as he filled her mouth up, her throat swallowing as quickly as she could.
When it was all over, she licked around the head and the tip for the last dredges of his orgasm before sliding up into his arms once more with a satisfied smile. His eyes were dark and his face was slack with the last of his pleasure.
“You are a fucking goddess.” He murmured as he pushed her back onto the bed and ran his hand up her thigh and onto her panties, stroking her sex through the fabric.
“Perhaps not so blasphemously.” She giggled breathlessly, pleasure bubbling from his fingertips. He shook his head, sliding his hands up to the waistline of her panties and pulled them down and off insistently. He moved down between her legs, forcing her legs apart as his face mirrored hers before, hovering over her pussy.
“Perhaps not, but you are so lovely that I can find no other word for you.” He said in his deep voice, his breath coming out against her slick folds and making her shiver in delight. He didn’t seem to mind the hair above her sex or the smell of sweat and sex that surely permeated her area there.
Instead, his eyes held hers until she gave a shaky nod and then his face descending onto her, first kissing her lower lips before spreading them with his fingers and kissing her clit between his lips. It was like lightning flowed from his touch, their bond and the green leaf amplifying each little movement.
His tongue was amazing as it brushed around and over her clit and then delved down into her, pushing much further into her than she expected, taking her breath away. Her eyes rolled back into her head as pleasure took her and over the next few minutes, he worshipped her pussy with abandon, licking, sucking, and kissing her.
“Please.. Please Tirron..” She cried in a high moan as he kept on the edge for the last minute, giving her just enough to keep her there but not enough to push her over. A deep rumble escaped against her clit as he suckled on it and his tongue began working intently around it. Her orgasm built and then wrecked her as pleasure took every nerve and lit a flame underneath.
His mouth didn’t stop working her until she forced his head away as it became too much. Her orgasm began to wane when he moved up above her and kissed her passionately, sharing their combination tastes as their tongues met and writhed together.
Marcia was unsurprised when she felt him between her folds once more, his hard cock easing up into her in slow, purposeful movements. The end of her orgasm grew and seemed to stretch into eternity as he thrust slowly into her. She could only moan into his lips as his hands held her hips steady as his hips worked back and forth.
This time, she had no worry about a spell even as their magic began sliding together as their bodies did, working both of them together as he thrust harder and faster. Moments or minutes passed and Marcia had no sense of time as the pleasure gripped them. She only knew it was getting more intense and then she felt him right on the edge.
“Yes!” She cried out as he began pulsing inside of her once more, flooding her already pregnant womb with his seed as her orgasm latched onto her, a leech that seemed to suck all of the non-pleasure out of her. Their magic was one and their bodies were one and time stopped.
And then it started again when his cock stopped pulsing and lay passive within her. They were sweaty and breathless and utterly satisfied. He leaned down and kissed her softly before sliding out of her and laying heavily next to her trying to catch his breath.
In the aftermath, their magic was still intermixed and it was a comforting, if not strange, feeling. Marcia had never bonded with someone, even another magical. It was intoxicating, feeling his strong magic. It was lust and fire based, as most demonborn were, but it had a faint feeling of earth as well. Hers was mostly based on light magic, along with the twin elements of water and earth.
The way they fit together in every way was inspiring to her and furthered her belief that this was all meant to be, the gods having some purpose for them to be together in this moment.
“You are looking particularly thoughtful, my girl.” Tirron said as his hand touched her cheek softly, angling her face towards his. She smiled softly, laying her hand on his as she leaned into his touch.
“I’m just glad that the Gods brought us here. Even if this wasn’t the path either of us expected, I don’t think I’d change anything.” Marcia murmured, her eyes almost shut but watching his face soften slightly.
“I agree. Tomorrow would have gone much differently without you around. I intend to enjoy every moment with you.” He nodded, his own eyes watching me.
“Do you intend on rejoining your friends?” She asked a little hesitantly and he looked thoughtfully at her.
“I.. don’t know. I suppose that depends on you. If you want me to stay, I will. I don’t intend on being a deadbeat father in any case, but you have an entire life here that I’ve pretty much crashed.” He told her, brow furrowed as if he couldn’t decide how to feel. Marcia watched him for a moment before shaking her head.
“I’ve just been existing, my.. Love. I didn’t really have a life beyond helping the people here and going about the daily routine. I feel more alive than I have in a long time. I want to be with you, no matter what comes.” She admitted. His features changed from frustrated to smitten, a smile sliding onto his dark lips.
“No matter what comes, love.” He nodded, sliding forward to kiss her once more. It was deep and loving, passionate and yet not driving towards sex. It was like a promise, their magic sliding up during the act and forming around them once more. And as their lips broke away, their magic slowly separated, but it was still intermixed. Marcia felt fire within her that belonged to him and she was sure he felt the water, earth and Light.
His eyes told her she was right, a surprise hidden behind them. But the smile softened her hope that it wasn’t unpleasant. Light wasn’t a thing demonborn were used to, after all.
“That’s a very novel feeling. If you don’t watch out, we’ll be stuck in here all day.” He growled as his face pressed to her neck, his lips kissing down towards her shoulder. She giggled softly, pressing her hands to his chest.
“As much as I’d love to be your playtoy for the day, I do have some business in town and I’m sure your friends would like to actually see you.” Marcia told him, the closest thing to a pout that he was capable of crossing his lips momentarily.
“You sure we don’t have time for one more go of it?” He teased, but he was already climbing out of bed and stretching, finding his underclothes and armor and dressing pretty efficiently.
“If only.” Marcia sing-songed as she went back into the bathroom and cleaned up the new mess between her legs before finding a new pair of panties and dress to wear under her healer robe. Within a few minutes, the two were out of the house hand in hand, headed towards town.
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# Part Seven: Bree Rose
**Tirron Maldrek**
Strolling through the woods with a woman at his side, Tirron was at the highest point he’d ever been. Years of travelling, most aimlessly and only in the last year had he ingrained himself with Harvey’s group, and he’d never found a true purpose.
Of course, helping people and working for pay was never the wrong thing to do, but it wouldn’t get him any closer to true happiness. But without a doubt, that’s what this was: true happiness.
It came in the wake of an almost terrifying fate, raping all those in sight with no control over his magic or his actions, but he was saved by a woman that bonded them together so thoroughly that in a series of months, they would be parents together.
One thought in the back of his mind still ached, a question that was unanswered. Was the Ork priestess Sybil pregnant as well? Surely, she hadn’t foreseen that she would be Tirron’s first victim and thus probably didn’t take the precautions before he came inside of her.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the trees cleared away until he saw the stone and wooden wall that stood at around 8 feet tall. The gates loomed a few feet above that and two archers wearing the local guard armor stood behind raised battlements.
“Welcome to New Ingleston.” Marcia smiled up at him as she brought him towards the open gates, waving a hand at the men who recognized her. She guided me along, past buildings on each side of the road.
“Where were your friends staying?” She asked idly as we went straight on the road as it narrowed. I could hear sounds of livestock to the north and the path continued into a park-like area with large trees, benches, and many people taking lunch along the river bank that cut the village in half.
“The Packen and Rush Inn, I think he called it.” I was silently impressed by the scenery, the well-built buildings, and the happy atmosphere from the people we passed. Marcia hummed to herself, keeping my hand intertwined with hers as we went across the bridge over the river and continued until the next intersection where we turned south.
The large inn loomed beyond to the east and she didn’t hesitate to lead me inside. I immediately spotted a few people from the caravan: Harvey already nursing a large ale, Ramona sitting halfway in his lap as she spoke to a woman a little younger, Tirron thought her name was Autumn. He remembered checking the woman out a few times early during their trip before she started hooking up with Pitrin.
The thought of the warrior brought a pang of regret. If he went back instead of Pitrin, he was sure the warrior would still be alive.
“Tirron! Marcia!” Harvey called as he noticed us and waved us over. Marcia giggled as they approached and it was clear Harvey was well into the drink already today.
“Tirron, I’m happy to see you are safe.” Ramona smiled up at him, batting her eyelashes. “Marcia, it’s nice to see you again, this time under not so dangerous circumstances.”
“I was glad to be of help.” Marcia bowed slightly, smiling at the woman. Tirron cleared his throat as he sat down with the group next to Autumn. He could tell that she’d been crying recently.
“I am sorry for your loss, Autumn. Pitrin was a fine warrior and a good man.” Tirron’s voice was low and steady. Autumn sniffled, but managed to nod at him.
“Thank you, Tirron. He will be well-remembered.” Autumn gripped his hand briefly before excusing herself from the table. The others were quiet during the interaction and even Ramona’s face turned serious.
“What are you doing with the bodies?” Tirron asked Harvey after he drained his ale and put his mug down heavily. He looked up, his eyes a little unsteady but his lips turned in a grimace.
“The local Temple of the Six is going to bury them in a cemetery in the forest to the south. I wanted to send his body home, but Autumn said he had no desire to be buried with his family. The others agreed that we would have a small ceremony for them before we leave. It will be tomorrow morning, most likely.” He said, his lips downturned constantly and it was clear he was taking it a bit roughly. The group only lost a couple of people before in our various battles.
“I’d like to say a prayer for them, if you all don’t mind.” Marcia spoke up quietly as Harvey waved his hand at the barmaid. Ramona smiled softly at her, nodding.
“That would be lovely. Most of us aren’t very religious.” Ramona told her, Harvey nodding as the barmaid brought a fresh mug of ale and took the old one away. Her eyes lingered on us and Tirron raised his finger. Marcia waved her hand with a smile. It was quiet for a moment until the barmaid brought Tirron a mug as well and she bowed away. Tirron drank half the mug in one swig and cracked his neck as he observed the silent conversation between the married couple.
“Here is your share of our profits, Tirron. Have you thought any more on my offer?” Harvey asked seriously as he put a small bag of coins on the table near the demonborn, who put it away under his armor where the rest of her personal items sat in a small pouch.
“I have. Unless there are some pressing changes in the next couple of days..” Tirron glanced at Marcia whose face seemed passive, but underneath he could see her worry over his answer. Tirron smiled at her and leaned over, pressing his lips to her cheek softly. “I’m going to stay here with my bonded. I’m sure the villagers here wouldn’t mind one more protector.”
“I hate to hear that, but I am happy for you, Tirron. Marcia, you keep this one in line.” Harvey grinned at the girl who returned his grin with a beaming smile. Ramona smiled at him with a raised eyebrow.
“You still owe me that drink, Demonborn.” Ramona teased, making Harvey chuckle as he tapped his glass to Tirron’s. The two of them drank and Tirron didn’t miss the smirk that Marcia shared with her counterpart.
“We’ll have to put that on hold for today, Human.” Tirron rolled his eyes, glancing towards Marcia. Soon, the conversation turned to less teasing and less serious topics as the two men went through another mug of ale. Tirron felt a little more relaxed about his decision after the two drinks.
After a little bit, Marcia asked him if he wanted to come with her and he agreed. Ramona and Harvey stood with them and headed out of the inn after Harvey paid for their tab, including Tirron’s drinks. Outside, the sun was overhead now.
“I’ll see you in the morn, Tirron?” Harvey asked and the demonborn nodded, sharing a handshake with the man. Ramona hugged Marcia, the two girls sharing a brief whisper before Ramona came up to Tirron and looked up at him. The look felt electric for a moment before they embraced each other at the same moment.
Ramona was thicker than Marcia and her body was soft against his. He bent to kiss her forehead softly and she hummed happily. And then they parted, Marcia slipped her hand into his as they headed at a slow pace on the southern road. Harvey and Ramona headed the opposite direction.
To the west loomed a tall house made of dark wood, surrounded by trees and foliage. Beyond that was the tall tower that looked as if it housed a wardstone and likely a wizard at some point. Now, the tower was overgrown by creeping vines and various plants.
“We are going to see the elf witch that helps protect the village, Bree Rose Abrakir. She’ll probably notice our bond first, so don’t be surprised.” Marcia murmured as the path turned west and up towards the house. She looked up at Tirron as they stopped at the dark path that led to the front of the house.
“Should I be worried, my love?” Tirron growled as he lifted her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles. Marcia blushed, shaking her head a little bit.
“Not necessarily. I have.. Well, she’s the closest thing to a friend I have and it was a little intimate a few times. Rituals don’t leave for many secrets.” Marcia bit her lip and looked up at the looming house.
“I’m not a jealous man, Marcia. You’ve clearly had sexual partners before and I’m not here to disrupt your life.” Tirron told her as he gripped her chin softly and turned her bright green eyes towards him. Marcia’s eyes were focused, but Tirron could see the doubt behind them.
“Even if she wants to.. Continue?” Marcia asked hesitantly. Tirron chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him, pressing his lips to her jawline near her ear.
“No matter what you or her want to do.” Tirron growled, making her shiver in his arms and a soft moan escaped her lips. Marcia wriggled out of his arms and with a blush, nodded firmly at him.
“Suppose that is influenced by your desire for Ramona, then?” Marcia teased him, raising an eyebrow. Tirron could only shrug at her.
“Suppose so. I think the conversation on the boundaries of our relationship is pretty important since we want to make this work. If you object to me fucking someone else, I understand.” Tirron told her, his face serious and his words deep. Marcia bit her bottom lip, shifting from foot to foot.
“Then we’ll do that later. I have no objections to the idea, though.” Marcia commented as she led him forward. They went down the path to the front of the house. Tirron observed the surroundings, the tall trees on the property, the fenced in garden around the other side of the house, the flowers and decorations that littered the sides of the path.
Marcia led them up to the door and knocked, smiling disarmingly at Tirron. A few moments passed before the door opened, seemingly of its own accord. But knowing a witch lived here, Tirron had no doubt that she knew who was at the door and opened it.
“Come on!” Marcia grinned as they went into the house, the door closing behind them. The inside was decked in dark colors, the floor made of a dark walnut-like wood. The walls of the entryway were covered in large tapestries depicting various rituals. Stairs led up from the entryway to the second floor, but Marcia led Tirron beyond. The room at the end of the hallway was stacked end to end with bookcases in every place except the windows that let bright light inside.
In the center of the room stood a tall woman with bronze skin. She wore a red tunic and her long black hair cascaded down her back. She turned towards them with a smile, her eyes lingering curiously upon him. But in one hand was a large golden staff and in the other was a small ball of purple light twisting and falling in upon itself.
It caught Tirron’s eyes, the swirling energy that called out to something deeper inside of him. And then her palm closed around it and the energy dissipated, making Tirron blink and look towards the woman. She smirked at him, looking between the two guests. She lifted an eyebrow at Marcia before stepping closer at the same time as the human girl.
As the two hugged, Tirron saw the elvish ears and the cross-like golden earrings that hung from her lobe. The two exchanged a brief whisper before they turned towards him.
“Bree, this is Tirron Maldrek. He is my bonded. Tirron, this is Bree Rose Abrakir, the witch of New Ingleston.” Marcia introduced us. With a piercing gaze of golden brown eyes that Bree bowed, Tirron matching her motion without hesitation.
“It is pleasant to see the bond between you, your energy still wrapped around one another. Bonds are rare and the powerful one you share even more so. I believe the last one I witnessed was one that I facilitated between two dear friends. Tirron, you are clearly demonborn, may I inquire how far back?” Bree’s voice was soft and had an unfamiliar lilt to it, as if she was a foreigner to this land.
“My grandfather was full-blooded. He was summoned by my mother’s mother due to an infertility curse. I am the first male of that line.” Tirron told her, watching the smile on her lips and the way her brows tilted inward in curiosity.
“Certainly explains that overwhelming lust energy in your core.” Bree nodded, tapping her chin with her free hand. She walked over to a table with scattered materials, flowers and ground powders in jaws, and other likely ritual ingredients. She leaned her staff up against the bookcase next to it and grabbed an empty jaw, focused on a task of putting certain things in the jaw. Tirron didn’t follow along as Marcia came back up to him and smiled, pressing her hand to his cheek.
She tilted up on her toes and pressed her lips to his. It was like electricity passed through them once more and Tirron gripped her sides roughly as their tongues met. A few moments passed as they made out before Bree coughed politely and Marcia turned, blushing a little bit but her smile was beaming.
“Here is your requested mixture, darling Marcia.” Bree grinned at the two, eying Tirron’s lips and then Marcia’s form. Marcia took the stoppered jar and slid it under her tight robe into an inner pocket.
“May I?” Marcia asked as she lifted a hand to Bree’s cheek. The woman sighed softly and leaned into the touch, her brown eyes staring into Marcia’s. With the slightest movement, Bree nodded and Marcia repeated her motion, sliding up to her toes to kiss Bree’s lips. Tirron felt a surge of lust as he watched his lover kiss another woman.
It was without a shred of jealousy that he watched them, their lips sliding against one another and then split slightly for their tongues to meet. Bree’s arms wrapped around Marcia’s form, pulling the girl tight against her for several moments until Marcia pulled away and turned an impish grin at Tirron.
“You are just a temptress, Marcia.” Tirron growled as he took a step towards the pair. Bree laughed, a hearty sound that came from her chest.
“It’s about time someone else noticed that. Playing the shy healer in public, but a healer slut in private.” Bree told the girl, Marcia at least had the decency to blush and stammer before taking a breath.
“It’s not my fault you two make me weak.” She murmured as she pressed her face to Bree’s upper chest. “I can’t help the way the energy pulls me.” She acted as if she didn’t have control of her actions. Tirron let out a soft chuckle as he approached the pair at Bree’s beckoning finger, stepping up behind Marcia. Bree’s lips were parted, a tongue swiping her bottom lip as she stared into Tirron’s eyes.
Tirron felt the inescapable call, likely the same one Marcia claimed made her helpless in its grasp. It was a deep desire, one that burned into Tirron’s core and drew his actions, much like the lust spell from the Ork Priestess, but one that he had a little more control over.
Marcia squeaked as Tirron pressed to her back, sliding his hands over her hips briefly and then around her to touch Bree’s soft tunic. Bree let out a low sound as Tirron’s hands gripped her sides and he forcefully brought the three of them closer. Marcia looked over her shoulder at him and could see the desire written on his face, the way the energy brought him forward.
“Bree..” Marcia murmured, the woman pressing a finger to Marcia’s lips softly. Tirron felt the pull on his lust, his crotch pressed hard to Marcia’s back as his head went over her shoulder and Bree met his face next to Marcia’s ear.
The kiss was soft at first, a tentative touch that gauged each other. And then, feeling the power coursing between them, both their lips and Marcia as a gently sighing conduit, the kiss deepened into something more. It wasn’t a feeling driven by the pink mist, what ultimately brought Marcia and him together. Nor was it solely driven by an uncompromising lust as most of his previous lovers.
It was driven by a mutual desire for Marcia and an attraction to the energy deep within each other. It was attraction, mingled with lust, but one based in the realm of controllable actions. Bree’s tongue tasted his lips first before his met hers. She tasted of coffee and something sweet, like a flower in its prime as it called to the bees to pollinate it.
And then it was over, Bree pulling away with wide eyes and a smile. Tirron groaned as Marcia pushed back against him, grinding ever so slightly.
“And you two say I’m the tease.” Marcia objected, pointing an accusatory finger at Bree. The witch giggled, kissing Marcia’s forehead before sliding out of Tirron’s grasp and picking up her staff once more.
“As much as I enjoyed that, darlings. I must get back to work. Would you two like to join me for dinner tomorrow night?” Bree smiled gently at the girl and a little more intently at Tirron.
“I would love that. Your cooking is always to die for.” Marcia giggled, still a little heady after the very intimate moment and the power that threatened to push her resolve over the edge between the two.
The two made their goodbyes, Marcia and Bree sharing a tight hug and a chaste kiss. Tirron shared a kiss with her that was a little more intimate, the lust still high in his being.
Marcia led the way, guiding them back out of the village. Tirron knew what she wanted and he was more than game to oblige. By the time they were back into the forest, on the worn path towards Marcia’s cabin, Tirron couldn’t keep his hands off of her, swatting her bottom, gripping her side to pull her closer.
Finally, when the clearing came into view, Tirron swiped her up into his arms bridal style, carrying her quickly into the house and depositing her onto the bed as he pulled his clothes off. Marcia copied him, sliding her robe off and putting it over the nearby chair, then pulled her dress up and off, leaving her only wearing panties.
Naked, Tirron eyed her hungrily, her eyes traveling down her body, taking in her form. His eyes lingered on her clothes sex, her panties soaked through. With an impish smile, Marcia hooked her fingers and brought her panties down and off, tossing them with her dress as she spread her legs lewdly.
Tirron climbed up the bed, burying his face between her legs without hesitation, sliding his tongue up between her spread lips, a moan escaping her lips breathlessly as he brought pleasure into her being. Over the next several minutes, he brought her two orgasms easily as he ate her inside and out. His tongue was relentless on her and only bringing her nearly to a third orgasm and forcing her to the edge made him stop.
He moved up between her legs, angling his cock easily into her waiting hole as he pushed into her. She was soaking wet and beyond ready as he speared her and began thrusting into her.
“You are such a needy girl.” Tirron growled as Marcia mewed with pleasure, her mouth open in a wide O shape as he fucked her hard. Marcia pouted her lip, trying to catch her breath.
“It’s never been so bad before..” She moaned, “You just bring it out in me.. Goddess, I’m-!” Her cries increased in intensity as she reached her third orgasm in the past ten minutes, leaving her utterly broken. Tirron slowed his hips to a slow rock, leaning over to kiss her softly and cradle her to his form.
“I don’t know what to do with you, my girl.” Tirron murmured in her ear, her breath coming in quick gasps as the pleasure still permeated her body.
“Just love me. I’m your toy. I’m yours!” Marcia moaned as his hips began to thrust harder once more, building up his own pleasure within her tight walls.
“Mine! To do with as I please.. You want me to fuck your girlfriend, don’t you?” Tirron teased her, his fingers sliding down her chest and cupping her breast roughly. She gasped and nodded urgently.
“Please.. I do. I want to rub my poor little clit while you pound her!” Marcia cried, her face desperate as her pleasure built up again.
“Cum with me, my sweet slut.” Tirron growled into her ear as he peaked inside of her. In response, her voice rose up as her walls began pulsing around him, milking his cock with her own orgasm. He came hard into her, squirting almost endlessly within her sex.
In the aftermath, they were left breathless as Tirron laid next to her, pulling her against his chest, rubbing her back as they came down. His hand was relaxing her, along with the release of their lust and their energy. Soon, Marcia fell asleep in his arms, utterly drained.
Tirron felt his stomach growl, reminding him that he was hungry, but he didn’t want to extract himself from the sleeping girl and with a sigh, he let himself drift off into dreams of food, of babies, of love and lust.
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