Panicrose up inside him.
Hisbody knew exactly what it wanted to do, but his conscious mind was betrayinghim, making him question every decision.The more he did nothing, the harder itfelt to start.
“Isaac.”
Helooked up at her, like he was committing a heinous crime.
Zariahad risen onto her elbows, her snout curling into deep, gouging lines.“Youmade a promise.You better keep it.”
“Yes,I’m sorry, I just—”
“Eitheryou fuck me, or I’m getting up and I’m fucking you.”
Heblinked.
“Make achoice,” she said.
And,suddenly, things were simple again.
It waslike battle, like fighting the necromancer.Either he killed her, or she killedhim.Just like the life and death struggle of combat, there was no time tohesitate.
Hesitationwas defeat.
Hewould not lose to the necromancer, and he would not lose to her.
Withoutanother word, he gripped her thighs, aligned his cock with her slit, andspeared himself inside.
Thesensations struck him in a blur, like a sword piercing his gut.She was tight,slick, roaring hot.Her cunt gripped him like a fist.He burrowed himselfthrough until his thighs slapped against the meat of her ass, making a dullthump of flesh, and the sheer marvel of him actually having sex immediatelycompelled him to stop, remaining stationary and hilted into her, struggling toregain his focus.
Heheard a growl.
Suddenly,Zaria ripped her thighs from his grip.They wrapped around his hips, tight and coiling.She squeezed him deeper, like she meant to break him in half.Her face had theappearance of someone ready to fight to the death.
“Noslacking, squire.”
Isaacgrowled back, surprising himself more than her, and he bucked his hips againstthe grip of her legs, managing a shallow thrust.He tried again, pushingharder.He was allowed some leverage and immediately bucked for more, breakingopen the belt of her legs.Leaning his hands against her abdomen, he thrustedwith a surging need, harder than he thought either of them could handle.Through it all, she was hotter than a furnace, she was softer than silk, shewas wet and tight and perfect, she was better than he could have ever dreamed,and he wanted to fuck her so hard she’d never walk again.
Theyfell into a savage rhythm.Her flesh rippled with every thrust, his body makingthe most obscene sounds when it crashed into hers.Ashe worked himself inside, she began to knead at her breasts, pantingloud.
“Harder!”she yelled.
Isaacincreased his pace, toiling at himself.The mechanics were starting to falter.The bench was not at the right height, his positioning was awkward, his feetwere slipping on the floor, and even his rigorous mnemonics training could notprevent his muscles from straining at the effort.He’d had no idea that sexcould be so exhausting.
“Harder!”
Heneeded to improvise.
Thistime, when he hilted himself inside her, he rubbed his pelvis against herclitoris, remembering the way she had done so before, in the chapel.Hecontinued this for a moment, hoping for a reaction.Zaria gripped her breasts,a snarl flaring from her teeth.Isaac thought of an explorer approaching theden of some vicious beast, hearing the growl of a predator, one that told theignorant traveler that they would surely die if they proceeded any further.
“Deeper!”
He gaveit his all.He held no strength in reserve.He struck so hard and fast that histesticles began to ache.
Finally,Zaria rose from her prone position, her arms reaching towards him.She huggedhim tight enough to force the air from his lungs, and she flung him down on topof her, rolling her hips in time with the flip to keep him embedded inside.Hefell face-first into the valley of her breasts, the soft globes pooling overhis shoulders, his entire body resting on top of her, his feet barely able toreach the floor.
“Deeper!”
Suddenly,he could thrust deeper.The angle had changed, the pressure had shifted, theiranatomies were more properly aligned.His hips bucked again, and he thrusted sodeeply into her that he feared his cock might rearrange her intestines.By now,there was no part of his body that was not compressed againsther—her arms hugged his back, her legs wrapped around his waist, and herchest smothered his face in a luscious carpet of fur.He rubbed his cheekagainst it, relishing the texture, burying his nose in the hairs and breathingdeeply of her scent.
