The Fourth

The Fourth
Mara

His touch feels like a fire, leaving behind a trail of heat and want in it’s wake.

When he lets me go, my entire body trembles, like his absence is a disruption to my comfort. He keeps his eyes on me as he makes his way toward the back of the tent. The forest is at his back, the black branches swaying in the wind. The darkness is settling over us, where soon only candlelight will let me see.

Thane holds out a hand, massive shoulders tilting. “Come.”

I breathe in, eyeing the patches of green in the background. My body clenches, all of it demanding Thane’s touch. As I make my way toward him, it is impossible to miss the way his eyes devour me.

They take their time, inching up every curve of hips and dip of my waist. They focus on my pussy for a while, his nostrils flaring before he brings them back up to my face. When I stand in front of him, he takes my hand, pulling me in close.

His eyes travel down the curve of my face, his hand cupping the back of my neck. He kisses me with a passion and a hunger that steals every coherent thought from my mind. I press in closer to him, as if unable to fight the sheer size of him. His muscular body wraps around mine as I crane my neck to get more of his tongue on mine.

It’s so overwhelming.

To feel so thoroughly kissed by a man so big he could crush you. Still, I don’t feel fragile in his arms. I feel protected. Safe.

My fingers curl against his shoulders as I kiss him back, losing myself in the warmth of his body. Losing my breath to him.

I’m desperate for breath, pulling away from him. He’s watching me, gold eyes dark, almost black.

“I’ll let you set the pace,” he growls.

I swallow, parting my lips as he pulls me down with him. The furs beneath us are soft against my skin, warm despite the cool breeze drifting through the tent. He settles onto his back, watching me as I straddle his thighs. His cock is already erect between us, and when I shift forward, it falls against my stomach, standing tall all the way toward my rib cage.

A small, incredulous breath escapes me. I look at him, heat rushing into my cheeks.

He only tilts his head as he settles his arms behind it. “I won’t move at all.”

I stare at him, confused by the promise.

Then I lift my hips, trying to settle myself over him, and I understand.

If he moved beneath me, if he used the strength he was so carefully holding back, there would be no way for me to control the pace. I need to be the one deciding how much my body can take.

The head presses against my entrance, but when I try to lower myself, it slips forward instead, brushing against my clit rather than finding its way inside.

Even the head is too big

Thane’s chest is tense beneath me, every muscle drawn tight, his jaw clenched as he watches me try to figure out how we’re supposed to make this work.

Magic stirs beneath my skin, gathering low in my body as though it already knows what is coming. It moves through me in slow waves, loosening every muscle, quieting the last of my hesitation.

I take another deep breath, this time holding onto the top of Thane’s cock. I hold it still as I bring my entrance back to him, and lower myself onto it.

It pops into me, stretching my opening in a way that I would have claimed to be impossible. Warmth surrounds me, the magic caressing my skin and soothing the pain. I stop with just his head inside me and plant my hands on his chest to catch my breath.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, feeling my pussy clench around him, pulsing.

My feet are planted by his thighs, the only thing keeping me from getting impaled by him.

Thane finally moves, wrapping a hand around my thigh. He rubs his thumb across my skin. “You’re doing great, my light.”

I look at him, eyebrows shooting up. “Am I?”

The stretch is still painful, my breath still short.

He nods, bringing his other hand to my clit. He circles it, adding pressure to it. I moan, throwing my head back as he brings it to life, though it’s been sensitive all day.

I’m surprised by how quickly he makes me fall apart. My clit turns hard, wetness spilling from me. I convulse around the head of his cock, my orgasm allowing me to take another inch of him.

I scream as I take him, feeling myself stretch. And then seconds later, feeling the warmth of the magic. He doesn’t stop circling my clit, letting me ride out my orgasm until I fall head first into another.

I’m panting, burying my fingers in his chest as my body is thrown from one orgasm to the next. My entire skin is on fire, my mind having an out-of-body experience. I feel as if my physical body has no place here, no ability to exist within so much pleasure.

Thane stops his fingers, and when I open my eyes to look at him, I see that I’ve taken all of him in. I press my hands against the bulge in my stomach, visible to me even as he’s seated inside me.

He’s looking at it too, admiring how his cock looks inside me. “Fuck.”

I swallow the lump in my throat, my thighs trembling around the girth. My hips feel wider than before, my body open to take him in.

“I told you, my light. Your pussy is mine.”

I look back down at the bulge in my stomach, pressing my hand on it harder. Thane’s eyes flick up my face, taking me in. “I’m going to move now.”

“What?” I ask in horror, hissing as he flips us, keeping his cock inside me.

He moans. “Such a tight fucking fit.”

He hovers over me, knocking my knees wide apart with his. I look up at him, feeling tears slipping down the sides of my face. I’m so full I can hardly think straight.

“Look at me, my Oracle. I want to see exactly what I do to you.”

My breath escapes my lungs, and he slowly starts to thrust. It feels as if it’s forever for him to take his entire length out before pushing back in. My body rocks into the ground and I can’t think straight.

I can’t even move, can’t even lift my arms to hold on to him. All I can do is focus on how it feels to have every inch of him pulse in and out of me. My breaths come out broken, short little gasps and pants as Thane continues to move.

His body trembles over mine .

My body comes alive, pulsing around him with a phantom orgasm just from how fat his cock is inside me.

“Thane,” I whisper, my mind spinning.

He looks over me, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

“You’re so big,” I cry, finally able to move my hand and hold on to his wrist.

I dig my nails into him, wanting him to feel just how disorienting he is.

He lowers his head, lips against my ear. “This cock was made for the oracle.”

Heat spreads low in my belly.

“You will take this cock and soon you will beg me for it.”

I nod, knowing that he’s right.

“Fucking you is my entire purpose, my light. So. Take. My. Fucking. Cock.”

He punctuates each word with a thrust. Black begins to encroach my vision as another orgasm crests. I can’t make a sound, and all I feel are the hot stripes of his come inside me as I convulse around him one more time.

Then, darkness takes over.