The first finger slides deep, thick and bold. I let out a deep groan at the feeling, my arousal even slicker than the water surrounding us. When he adds another, the stretch pulls a broken sound from my throat. But it’s when he curls them inside me and his thumb returns to my clit that I shatter.
The climax rips through me like that damned avalanche. I clench around his fingers, limbs trembling, a cascade of criesand curses falling from my lips as he coaxes every aftershock from my shaking body.
He turns me to face him, a dark, satisfied smile showcasing his pointed canines. He lifts me easily, and my legs immediately wrap around his waist. His cock strains toward my entrance, swollen and impossibly thick. The fear he will split me in two pierces through my lust filled haze and must be clear on my face.
“You will take me,” he says, voice like thunder. “But tonight, you take only my seed.”
At last he claims my mouth in a kiss—hot, rough, consuming. His tongue plunges into my mouth, stroking mine, chasing every retreat, swallowing every sound I make. The sharp edge of his teeth just grazes my lips but has me moaning all over again.
His cock presses just barely inside, just the tip of the tapered head, and my lips part in a gasp at the exquisite stretch.
He groans into the kiss, one hand tangled in my hair, the other running down my back, over my ass, and moving lower until he’s pressing a slick finger against my tightest opening. The water makes everything so damn slippery, and it slides in on a moan.
I feel desperate and wicked for all he is offering. All that I have wanted and desired, my secret fantasies safely hidden away for so long are being laid bare. I want him everywhere.
The fear of his size drifts away in the swirling water and the overwhelming sensations have me grinding down, chasing him, desperate for more.
He reaches down between us to pump his thick shaft while he uses his other hand to claim my ass with slow, advancing strokes.
Desire unfurls, dark and wild. I writhe against him, undone, desperately trying to get more of his monster cock inside of me,but even with my arousal and this mineral water, it just won’t fit.
He breaks the kiss to pant against my cheek.
“You want me to claim every inch of your body,” he growls, not a question but a declaration.
I nod, helpless, too consumed by the sensations to even speak, and it is his undoing.
His tip swells inside me, and then—release. Hot spurts pulse from his cock, shooting into me, branding me. It floods my channel, overflowing out of my entrance, hotter than even the water around us and my body responds, aching to draw it deeper. To be filled. Marked. Claimed, just as he said.
The deep pressure of the hot fluid has another climax crashing over me—stronger, wetter, wilder. I scream into the echoing cave, a raw sound of need and freedom and surrender.
But he’s not done with me.
With a deep growl, he stalks over and balances me on the slick stone edge of the pool. My legs tremble as he lifts one over his shoulder.
“Keep my seed inside of you,” he rasps, the possessiveness in his voice gathering like a snowstorm in my soul. “Hold it in your tight heat.”
Before I can answer, he slides the head of his cock free. Thick, white cum drips from my entrance, and he tsks, swiping it up and using two thick fingers to push it back into me. He presses his other palm against the fullness of my belly like he’s trying to imprint himself into my womb.
A feral moan tears from my throat. The sight of his release being stroked back into me, the way he watches me like I’m already his—it’s too much.
My core flutters again, tightening. My thighs shake.
He doesn’t stop.
One hand continues to stroke and fill me, while the otherslides up to caress my breast, teasing the nipple until it's hard and aching.
“I want you to feel me inside of you for days,” he growls. “I want your body to crave me. Hunger for me. Weep for me.”
My body jerks and locks around his fingers, a gush of liquid pleasure pulsing out to mix with his seed, the water, the heat. Weeping for him, just as he said.
He lowers his great shaggy head and sucks my breast into his mouth, laving my nipple with his tongue before switching to the other side. His fingers continue to pump into me, and the sound of my desire echoes off the water and into the cave around us.
It is so real and raw. I chase his fingers with my hips, my head falling back in ecstasy as I grip the ledge. I am pure need. He sinks his sharp teeth into my breast, and my screams echo in the cave, a primal cry of surrender as my pussy clenches tight, locking down on his large fingers. My limbs shake, and my vision blurs.
He holds me through it, strong arms anchoring me to him.
When I collapse against him, wrecked and boneless, he murmurs something soft in a language I don’t know.
