Page 15 of Hero

Ifeel everything. The rain, the embrace of cool air on my skin, the blades of grass beneath my flesh. I feel his massive body, bearing down on me, shielding my body from the liquid pelts, his damp beard skimming down my thigh, causing me to tremble with excitement.

Raindrops fall intermittently through the canopy of leaves, showering my scalding cheeks as he sweeps his tongue over my mound.

I breathe through clenched teeth, fist my quivering fingers into the wet grass.

“Oh, god!” I cry up to the heavens.

He feeds.

Hungry doesn’t do justice to describe how he lashes his tongue out to make me lose my mind. My knees fall open, my back arches involuntarily inviting him to have at it, go to town, feast on me.

I’m bare, exposed to the stormy clouds, rain, and thunder that seem to celebrate the god of the heavens laying claim to his prize.

His gigantic finger inserts into my folds with slow but vigorous thrusts, slipping in and out of my depths. Pleasureshocks my core and soon I’m a slave to the ripples that course through me. Tossing my head back, I buck my hips toward his thick pistoning finger.

This is completely different from the times when I’ve touched myself. Silas’s touch is both alien and yet even more familiar than my own. My body, my sexual appetite, my libido welcome his hand as if it were a removed limb reattaching, coming home.

After today, I never want him to stop touching me. I feel like it will be impossible to go even a few minutes without coming into contact with his hands in some way, even if just to touch the nape of my neck or hold my hip to remind my body that I belong to him.

Pressure builds rapidly within me and I feel myself close to the edge.

“Silas, I’m going to come,” I moan in a broken voice.

“That’s it, darlin’. Come, come for me,” he encourages.

I slam my eyes close and my head fills with a constellation of stars as a powerful orgasm rocks my body until I go limp and blackout.

I open my eyes to see him licking his fingers greedily.

“Fuck, it’s like you were sent down from the heavens to tempt me with your sweet nectar.”

Banked in his gaze is pure, unadulterated arousal, and it stirs me back up.

“So, what are you going to do about it?” I ask, and hear the challenge in my voice.

I no longer recognize myself. I’ve never been the kind of girl to go out and take what I want, but until today that’s all changed. I want him more than any future I can imagine, and I’m vocalizing it, expressing it with my body.

“I’m going to fuck that sweet pussy so hard and deep you’ll have my child,” he growls. “You’ll never leave my mountain, not without a ring on your finger.”

“Yes,” I say. “Take me.”

And he pulls down his jeans and bares his cock.

I catch my breath.

Huge is putting it mildly, he’s monstrous in size, stretching far beyond what I ever imagined possible. His girth alone will split me in two–I almost chuckle deliriously.

I’m in over my head.

But as I look up into his smoldering eyes, I know he would never do anything to harm me. The throbbing ache between my thighs intensifies each second I hover over him. I know I am on the brink of a pleasure absolute, and my body is pulsing with need.

His engorged head rubs against my folds, a warm slickness coating it.

“Darlin’, I can’t,” he growls.

“W-what?” I can’t hear him over my clamoring pulse and the heavy rain blanketing us.

He sits up and finds my hand, cupping it in his large ones.

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