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Then I added another.
“Oh.Oh,” she whimpered, the words barely above a breath. “Galbrath!”
My cock jerked and sprayed. I’d dream of her saying my name just that way forever. I’d stroke my cock to it a thousand times.
I’d never forget it. Not for as long as I lived. And even in the afterlife, I’d remember it, and I’d hold onto it until she one day came to join me there.
She was opening for me. I could feel it. The locked muscles giving way, melting and pliant and ready for more.
“I’ll go as slow as I can,” I ground out. I dragged my fingers from her sopping entrance and replaced them with the oozing head of my cock. Luna’s eyes were wide, but I growled with satisfaction to see that she was not frightened. Her scent was still good and sweet, half-sated, half-needy, not even a thread of anxiety or pain to be sniffed out.
She wanted this. Wanted this and wanted me.
I ejaculated even as I pushed inside, my entire body shivering with the effort it took not to shove my entire cock, knot and all, into her. Even after spewing as much as I had, I was still hard and aching, still huge, and still needed patience. I rocked myself slowly, hissing at the miracle of her cunt, the wetness and the tightness and the way she was taking me so well already.
“Galbrath,” she moaned, and I moaned with her. Oceans help me, I’d never tire of hearing her say it, sigh it, scream it. “More.”
Pathetic how I was not able to refuse her anything. Pathetic how quickly she’d worked her tiny human hands between my ribs and seemed to now hold fast to my heart.
Pathetic how much I could not stop myself from coming, over and over, just from the brain-bending sublimity of getting my tip inside her.
I could not bring myself to care.
I gave her what she wanted, what she needed, thrusting experimentally, then harder when she arched eagerly against me. A few swift shunts of my hips and my knot was already fitted snugly against her, the whole thing pulsing with anticipation for the squeeze.
“I’m so full already,” Luna whimpered, clutching at my clenching forearms. My hair fell loose, a dark curtain on each side of her perfect little face.
“I’ll go slow,” I promised her again.
I’d paused thrusting, afraid that if I started up again now I wouldn’t be able to stop until my knot was inside her. But I needed this moment first. This still moment of night-stained quiet, where nothing but our breathing and our heartbeats dared disturb the room. I lowered myself, pressing my forehead to hers briefly before I slid my mouth against her own in an approximation of what she’d done to me in the kitchen. That strange, shockingly intimate meeting of lips that had made my chest expand as much as it had my cock.
“I’m ready,” she murmured against my lips.
“I know you are,” I choked out. I could smell it, feel it, each and every instinct I’d ever had somehow reshaping themselves to be solely focused upon my wife. I knew that she was ready the same way I knew how the wind blew before a storm, how I knew the way the sun shone upon the waters of my childhood. In that moment, I knew Luna as I knew myself.
I twitched my hips, grinding slowly, but then harder and harder, faster and faster, until Luna was sobbing and shaking, her arms tightly ringing my neck, her divine thighs going round my waist, her hips arching perfectly upwards to take me as thegrind became a slam and,by the great and cursed seas, I was in her.
The orgasm ripped through me, pulling seed out of me, spraying Luna’s channel, the hot flesh that cradled me. She answered my pleasure with her own, her cunt fluttering and then convulsing upon me, squeezing up and down along my shaft, my knot, milking me until it felt as if my spine itself were melting.
Blast it all, I’d give her my spine if she wanted it. Rip it right out and hand it to her on a platter. This unexpected little human, the bride I’d never wanted, the woman who once had been a joke and now was proving to be my undoing. What had she done to me? What had I done to myself?
Bringing her here had been the best mistake I’d ever made.
These were the sorts of things I thought as my cock spasmed and spilled, my balls tight and hot against Luna’s backside. Thoughts like “I would die for her” and “I would die to knot her again.” I was inside her and already missing being inside her. With her and already bereft of her. Needing her even as she gave me everything I needed.
It was all very sentimental and the Galbrath from before would have found it very, very stupid. But it didn’t seem to matter. I felt and thought that way anyway.
And then there were no thoughts at all, only a shuddering, protective, primal pleasure at the way her scent suddenly grew so perfectly rounded, sowhole, like a song that had been beautiful but missing one single, completing note. Until now.
If my scent could change like hers, I imagined it would smell the same.
Thank the seas it didn’t. So no one would know the changes she had wrought. The way she’d crept in, or maybe barrelled in, flicking my forehead the entire way, finding and filling in some painful, empty space I hadn’t known existed inside myself until she’d dug right in and shone the light on it.
She said my name once more, a keening that made me come and come and come again.
And then, collapse.
CHAPTER 18