Page 66 of Only Human in Strangeville

“Yes, I really, really do,” I replied.

“Roll over.”

I did as commanded, and he clasped my hips and pulled them up in the air until I was on my hands and knees.

“Comfortable?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. I may not last long. It has been ages for me.”

“Oliver, anything you give me is wonderful.”

He dug his fingers into my hips and spread my knees with one of his.

Sweat covered me, and the air felt cool against my skin, contrasting with the heat from his hands and his body.

He took one hand and guided himself to my entrance. I was so wet it only took a little pressure for him to slide inside of me, stretching my walls and filling me completely.

“Oh, fuck me, yes, Oliver, that’s amazing,” I blurted out, surprised and gratified by how good he felt caged inside me.

“It truly is,” he agreed before beginning to move.

I gasped in pleasure as he slid into me again and again. He was just the right size to rub me everywhere inside, and the sensations were overwhelming me into a state of hazy bliss I’d only reached a few other times during sex. I didn’t even realize I was calling out his name until another orgasm crashed into me. Oliver went rigid as he followed me with his own orgasm.

We stayed there for a moment or two, both reveling in the sensations. I squeezed down with my inner walls and he grunted softly. “More?”

“If you’re up for it.”

Oliver laughed. “By the time you’ve had a few more orgasms, I will be.”

“As much as you can manage,” I demanded. It had been long enough that I just wanted to be one hot mess of sweat, cum, and exhaustion by the time he was done with me.

I thought Oliver might be on the same damn page by the way he carefully pulled out of me, then replaced his cock with his fingers.

“Let’s see how many we can get, shall we?”

***

Hours later, I woke feeling rested and refreshed. Nimbus was back at his spot next to me, and I vaguely remembered Oliver kissing me on the forehead and telling me he was getting up to take care of some things.

I stretched, clinging to the radiant glow of contentment that shielded me from the realities of our enemies and the danger we all still faced. Oliver’s words had helped some. We weren’t the cause of this. We were just an additional excuse.

Nimbus rumbled softly and stretched, pressing his back against my side and wiggling around. I took the hint and gave him a scritch before throwing the covers back.

The cool air chilled my naked flesh, and I hurriedly looked around for something to wear. The only piece of clothing was the long t-shirt we’d thrown to the floor last night. It was Davin’s, Oliver had said.

Well, it would be better than the still damp towel I’d used to dry off with after showering for the second time last night. I pulled it over my head, freshened up in the bathroom, and left my room to see if someone had my clothing. And food.

Nimbus appeared next to me. Like… appeared.

“Okay, that’s going to take some getting used to, buddy.”

He rooed happily and wagged his fluffy curled tail.

I could feel the tingles of magic now and almost see a trace of it at the edges of my vision. Maybe that ability would get stronger.

The air in the hallway was cooler than in the closed bedroom, and I shivered, folding my arms under my breasts. This pulled the shirt up enough that I thought my butt might be exposed.

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