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His hands slid up her ample belly and lifted her bra up and over her breasts. They both groaned as her heavy globes fell into Madoc’s hands. His thumbs found her nipples and ran tight circles around them. He pushed his hard cock into the crack of her ass and she groaned at the size of him, only partly thankful that she was still dressed.

He nuzzled her neck as she arched into him and Nora leaned her head in an invitation to his mouth. She wanted his mouth on her, his warmth any way she could get it. The feeling of his so-soft fur against her back was wearing down her defenses. She did not want to have sex with this man, but her body seemed to be making its own decisions.

He sucked down on her pulse, nipped with his teeth, and moved up her throat, and then eased back down her neck to her collar bones, kissing and nibbling, all the while, still caressing her sensitive breasts and her pussy as they ground into each other.

His hands slipped below her breasts and lifted their weight in his hands, squeezing and caressing them hard, almost to the point of pain. Somehow, Madoc knew just when she was about to cry out in pain and stopped just short. She moaned, and he nuzzled her head back to claim her mouth. Their tongues clashed; his with need and ownership, hers with longing and desire, and still, the fear, the sensation of his beard tickling her chest and chafing her face.

His hands slid down her hips and pushed her shorts down to explore more of her, wanting to delve into her core and taste her, touch her. Both hands reached between her legs pulling her shorts off her good leg, and spreading them. Nora lifted her uninjured leg and placed it over Madoc’s to give him easier access to her. What the hell she thought she was doing she didn’t know and had given up caring about. She wanted him. She reached up to caress his face, to explore it, and Madoc quickly reached up and pushed her hand away. She tried again, and he squeezed her hand in warning, placing it behind his head.

All she could do now was feel. She gripped a handful of his hair and held onto him as his lips and teeth feasted on her neck, his hands on her breasts. She knew the release she was chasing would help ease the tension and the ache her whole body felt. This man heated her in ways she hadn’t ever felt, and she did not want to stop.

Madoc slid a hand down her belly, and a finger over her clit. She gasped and thrust into his hand, her body begging for what her voice would not. She knew she was in no position to truly consent, but her vagina—hell, her entire body—simply did not care. She couldn’t see him. Had no idea who he was, what he looked like, but in this moment, she only wanted his hot mouth on hers and his calloused hands on her most tender parts.

She slid her hand behind her and felt for his cock. He was already naked which told Nora that he had been planning to take her no matter what she said or did. Nora’s body was screaming yes, even though a small corner of her mind was still whispering no. She grasped his hard length in her hand and pulled at the silky soft skin. He bit down on her collarbone and groaned his appreciation. “Nora, we must join. Soon.”

“It’s not permanent Madoc,” she panted. “But I want you. Fuck me, please, Madoc. Fuck me.”

He grabbed around the hand she was holding him with and showed her what he wanted. Soft, firm strokes, up and down, with just a hint of a twist. “I must take you soon, or I will not last. Please do not fight.”

Nora’s conscience was at war. This man was giving her no choice, but in that lack of choice, Nora had found pleasure she’d never felt. The soft heat of him, the strength of his hands and body, and the intensity of mouth were like nothing she’d ever felt. Was it the lack of light? The mystery of who he might be?Whathe might be? What he looked like? She just knew that in this dark cold place, she’d found a heat and a pleasure she’d never known. It was the ultimate blindfold.

“Oh God.” She knew it was wrong, but she wanted him, wanted him to fill her, to take her, to force her into submission. It was something she’d never wanted before—this twisted rape fantasy come to life, but now that it was all she had, she wanted itmore than anything. “Please Madoc,” she breathed in a soft sob. “Please.”

Not knowing if she was asking for him to stop or for him to continue, Madoc took his cock and ran it up and down her soaked slit. Without pausing, he slammed into her, stretching her and filling her. She cried out in sweet agony. She wasn’t a virgin, but nor was she getting laid on the regular. It had been a while, and she hadn’t been fully prepared for him to take her. Now that he had, she understood why some women liked pain mixed with their pleasure. That stretch burned as much as it ached with pleasure. Her pussy was alive in a way it never had been. She started to meet his thrusts, slamming her hips into his as he bottomed out with each push of his hips.

One hand slid up her neck and Madoc shoved his fingers into her mouth, and she sucked with each thrust. His other hand rubbed her clit, teasing that sensitive nub with each hard thrust. Nora had never felt such pleasure. Her entire body burned with the fire of his touch.

As she felt her climax approach, she tried to cry out, but Madoc covered her mouth.

“Shhhh my Nora, make no sound.”

“I can’t…. I can’t hold it in,” she panted.

“Then I shall hold it for you.”

Madoc’s hand shoved her mouth shut, and gripped her neck, cutting off most of her air flow. As the tension in her body rose, she tried to stay quiet but couldn’t, and the more she struggled to cry out, the tighter he squeezed. As her orgasm froze her body, she was just at the edge of consciousness, and it was the most amazing thing she had ever felt. Nora’s body throbbed with release and her lungs refilled. The fresh oxygen spread like lightning along her convulsing muscles. It was an orgasm like no other.

Madoc’s body matched hers, and as he came, he growled a guttural groan that Nora felt throughout her whole body, but mostly at the point where his teeth were buried in her shoulder.

Chapter Five

In the weeksthat followed, as Nora’s leg healed, Madoc and Nora fell into a pattern of conversation, food, sex, and sleep. He joined with her in every way a man can join a woman—and Nora loved every second of it, even as she secretly plotted her departure. Madoc was nearly always at her side. She got better at hearing him approach, and it became a game.

Could he sneak up on her and touch her without her hearing his approach? Could he depart and Nora not notice? The absolute darkness still frightened her, as she feared she’d never see light again. She heard the echoes and cadences of the other members of Madoc’s family, living in other areas of the caves. She came to understand that he wanted her to stay as silent as possible so as not to share her sounds with others.

In all the times Madoc had taken her, he touched and traced her whole body, but he refused to let her touch him. She knew he was bearded and had longish shaggy hair. Nora knew he was thick and muscular but had no idea what he might look like in the light. That was part of the eroticism: she couldn’t see and was rarely allowed to touch.

And she knew he had fur.

She desperately wanted to ask “what are you?” but knew instinctively that she needed to let him share on his own time.

The day she stood for the first time since falling down the washed-out road was bittersweet. She had no idea how long she’d been in the cave, and she was weak as dandelion fuzz when she finally was able to climb out of the hammock for the first time. Her whole body shook with the effort of standing on her own. The darkness didn’t help—with no visual frame of reference, her balance was off.

But Madoc was there with an arm around her waist, holding one hand to make sure she didn’t fall.

It also didn’t help that the floor of the cavern was not level. Every time she awoke, she immediately forced herself to stand and stretch, to feel the walls around her, and to start learning the terrain. To her right, there was a slight downward angle to most of the passages, and to her left, there were places of flat planes, and ones that angled up. While she had come to more-than-like sex with the enigmatic Madoc, she knew she had to leave. No matter how good the orgasms were, she did not want to spend the rest of her life in the dark. She wanted to see her parents again. Her sister. Coffee. And pizza. God, even coffee AND a pizza together sounded good.

So each time she awoke, she moved and stretched and worked to regain her strength and her balance. She knew Madoc watched her slowly reclaim her independence, and she knew he would fight her should she try to leave. The wound in her leg was mostly healed. There was a constant bone-deep ache, but she was mobile as long as she gritted her teeth and endured it.

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