“I’m close—don’t stop—don’t stop?—”
I don’t. I drink her in. Iworship.
And when she breaks apart beneath me, when her thighs shake and her back arches and her scream echoes off the cavern walls—I hold her through it, my hands steady on her hips, anchoring her in the storm.
She falls back against the blankets, panting, glowing.
Her eyes find mine.
“Come here,” she whispers.
I crawl up over her, slow and careful, placing kisses along her stomach, her ribs, her collarbone. I hover over her, thick cock nudging her slick entrance, pulsing with the need I can’t hold back much longer.
“You sure?” I murmur, voice rough with restraint.
She cups my face in both hands. “I want to feel everything.”
I press forward.
Her pussy stretches around me, wet and hot and tight, and I groan—low and guttural—because the sensation is almost unbearable. She gasps beneath me, clinging to my shoulders, nails digging into the fur there.
I go slow. Inch by inch. Letting her body adjust.
“You’re so big,” she pants, but there’s no fear. Just awe.
I still once I’m fully inside her, letting her feel the full weight of me, the way my cock fills every inch of her.
She exhales a shuddering breath.
“Fuck,” she whispers. “You feel… incredible.”
I begin to move.
Slow thrusts, deep and controlled. Each stroke sends her moaning, her hips rising to meet mine. Our bodies find a rhythm—sacred, instinctive, right. The wet sounds of our joining echo in the alcove, lost under the patter of rain and the crackle of fire.
Her hands roam my back. My chest. She kisses my jaw, my throat, my scars.
“You’re mine,” she whispers.
I thrust harder.
And she moans—loud, needy, raw.
“You’re myjalshagar,” I growl, voice shaking. “My mate. My everything.”
She meets my gaze.
“Then make me yours,” she says. “All of me.”
And I do.
I fuck her with everything I am—with devotion, with desperation, with centuries of grief burning into ash beneath her touch. Her body clings to mine like she was made for it, her pussy fluttering around my cock as she comes again, sobbing my name.
When I follow—when my climax breaks like a wave against her—I roar, burying my face in her neck as I spill deep inside her, our bodies locked, trembling, whole.
Then… silence.
Sacred silence.
