“Of course,” he says, letting me pass with a nod and that same easy, charming smile.
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The forest stands proudly on the horizon, but I venture only far enough to be hidden beneath the cover of bushes, careful not to trip over the uneven terrain.
I find a secluded place and bend to pee.
The relief of emptying my bladder after drinking so much mead is almost a spiritual experience. Then the steady flow shifts to a single splash.
I cringe at the sight of a clot of blood.
Aidon materialises before me, and I am stupid enough to lock eyes with him, while still bending. He is feral. The blazing, unmistakable hunger. I freeze, my mind as empty as my cheeks are red.
“Finally.” His growl is low and predatory. Despite the brute edge to his features, he doesn’t pounce; he moves with his usual grace and smoothness. Eventually, I just stay bent, feeling the weight of his gaze on me, my ass fully exposed, every nerve alert to the dangerous electricity between us.
A cold breeze on my lady parts hurries me to move, but I am stuck between a primal need to be overpowered and a prideful urge to save my face in case he mocks me.
His answering smirk only adds to the fire on my cheeks.
“That pride of yours needs to be shrunk a few sizes, doesn’t it? Let me move you, so you don’t smear your piss all over yourself.” He kneels before me, lifting me from the forest floor and laying me a good distance to the side, away from my puddle. His left hand brushes against my bare skin, and all I can think about is what if I bleed on his arm.
He sighs loudly, his nostrils expand. As if he is on the verge of losing control.
“Oh darling, I am. You smell like mine.”
“Just do it,” I brace myself, locking my muscles. Turned on and embarrassed by the weird act at the same time. Lying on my back in the swamps, my pussy soaked with piss and blood.
“Just do it? Like a chore?” Aidon shakes his head with a serious expression. “No way, darling, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for it.”
Indeed, he doesn’t rush, examining me, and I catch myself holding my breath in anticipation. He gets so close that I can feel his warm breath on my cunt.
As soon as that improper word appears in my mind, I burn with shame.
He chuckles, tightening his grip and locking my legs in place.You have a trigger word. Fascinating.
I am just a few inches from your cunt.He savours the word, and my breath catches in response.Your swollen cunt.
Don’t be embarrassed by the primitiveness of it.All the time his mouth is wandering on the verge of my private parts.
You want to be needed. Want to be used. You want me to make you face the emotions you’ve buried. And I will give you everything you truly need. Starting from ripping into that cunt of yours.
I am stunned. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I will explode from the words alone.
I will give you what you need, even if the things I provide won’t be the things you asked for.
Whatever you fucking mean. Stop talking and suck me.
“Say please,” he says, his breath like a warm breeze on my clitoris.
I thrash against him.
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE.
“Out loud,” he corrects, parting my inner lips with his fingers, exposing the only button on my body that matters.
“Please!” I thrust my hips, caring nothing that my voice must echo for miles.
He growls, the vibration sending a shiver through my inner lips. But fucking finally, he puts his mouth on my clit and begins to feast, sucking me dry. Before I can stop myself, my legs wrap tightly around his head. He growls again and grips me harder.
