"So wet for me already," he breathed, and through the bond I felt his wonder, hunger, and fierce tenderness.
"I want to take my time with you, but you feel so good."
"Thyros, please?—"
He kissed me again, swallowing my plea as his fingers began to move, stroking my folds with infinite care. He found my clit and circled it slowly, maddeningly, while his thumb pressed against my entrance but didn't push inside.
"Tell me what you need," he commanded gently, his forehead pressed to mine. "Tell me everything."
"You," I gasped, my hips rolling against his hand. "Your fingers inside me. Your cock. I need—I need?—"
He pushed one finger into my pussy, and I moaned at the stretch, at the intimacy of being filled by him even this much. A second finger joined the first, and he began to fuck me slowly with his hand, his thumb continuing its devastating rhythm on my clit.
"Like this?" he wanted to know, though he already knew the answer.
I felt his satisfaction ripple through the bond, his male pride at how my body responded to him.
"More," I begged. "I need more. I need you."
He withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss. But then the thick head of his cock pressed against my entrance, and I forgot everything except the slow, inexorable push of him inside me.
We both groaned as he filled me completely, his large cock sheathed all the way. He held still, letting me adjust, letting me feel every inch of him buried in my pussy.
I felt him fighting for control, his need to move warring with his determination to make this last.
"You feel incredible," he rasped. "So tight. So perfect. Made for me." "Move," I pleaded. "Please, Thyros. I need you to move."
He withdrew slowly, dragging against every sensitive spot inside me, before sliding home again with equal deliberation. Each thrust was a declaration, a promise, an act of worship. Hispace remained unhurried, though I felt the tension coiling in his muscles, the effort it cost him to hold back.
His hand found my clit again, and I shattered. The orgasm crashed through me without warning, my pussy clenched around his cock as I cried his name. He held me through it, whispering endearments against my hair, his hips never ceasing their gentle rhythm.
"That's it," he crooned. "So beautiful when you come for me. One more, my love. Give me one more."
"I can't?—"
"You can," he insisted, his thumb pressed just a bit harder against my oversensitive clit.
"For me. Let go again." His pace increased slightly, his cock hitting deeper with each thrust. The pleasure built again, impossibly fast, my body was still trembling from the first orgasm as the second approached.
"Come with me this time," I gasped, clutching his shoulders. "I want to feel you come inside me."
His control finally broke. He drove into me harder, faster, chasing our shared release. The bond blazed between us, golden light consumed us both as I felt his orgasm trigger my own, his hot seed filled me as I clenched around him, milking every drop. We collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and racing hearts. His arms wrapped around me immediately, pulling me against his chest with fierce protectiveness.
"I love you," he murmured into my hair, in a deep, thick voice. "My Naeris. My Aelyth. I love you beyond the stars themselves."
I pressed closer, listening to his heartbeat gradually slow. Through the bond, I felt his devotion washing over me, warm and golden and endless.
"Stay inside me," I whispered. "Just a little longer."
His arms tightened. "As long as you need. I'm not going anywhere."
I lay utterly spent beneath him, warmth flooded through every part of me. My body trembled with small, uncontrollable aftershocks, and my pussy still fluttered around his softening cock. I couldn't move. I didn't even want to.
Every muscle had turned to liquid, every thought dissolved into golden haze. Thyros held me close, his weight settled more fully against me as he sensed my complete surrender. His lips brushed my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth, soft, worshipful kisses that made my chest ache.
"My beautiful Naeris," he murmured against my skin. His voice poured through the bond, warm honey and starlight, soothing the last frantic beats of my heart.
I felt his satisfaction, his fierce tenderness, the overwhelming love he'd been holding back through every moment of the war. Tears slipped from my eyes before I could stop them. They weren't sad tears. They weren't tears of pain or fear. They came from somewhere deeper, a well of emotion I'd been carrying for so long I'd forgotten its weight. The relief of survival. The joy of finally, finally being exactly where I was meant to be.
