He continued to drive into her, lifting and spearing her with increasing intensity, prolonging the rolling waves of gut wrenching pleasure. Each new wave that crashed into her made it more unbearable, and she whimpered helplessly as she bounced in his lap like a rag doll.
She thought she was going to break apart, unable to stand it any longer when, with one final thrust, he exploded into her. The warm flooding sensation and the forceful pressure of his climax sent a new wave through her body as her stretched cunt attempted to pull him even deeper, clenching and sucking at him tightly and painfully. He made an unintelligible sound and she responded with her own broken gasp.
Her head spun and shone with stars, and it was a long moment before she could pull herself into reality. She was leaning against him, held in place with one large arm around her waist, and the slowly softening cock still buried deep inside her. She attempted to raise herself, but her head swam strangely and she could only shift making a week mewling sound.
He crushed her into his chest letting out a long rumbling growl. What giants sound like when they purr she thought with a weak smile. She rested her head on his chest and gave up on trying to go anywhere.
Her stomach cramped a little, and she was sore as hell, but the steady rise of his chest was calming and she felt a soft contentment spread over her. After a time he lifted her slowly, slipping wetly from her body, and lay her on the cool stone floor.
He stood, dripping, and loomed over her sprawled body. He looked serious, and thoughtful. She wondered what he'd do, what he was thinking.
Her heart sped, and she felt that strange emotion burning in her chest. Not again. She closed her eyes and turned her face away until it passed. When she opened her eyes he was gone. She sat up quickly, ignoring her cramp. Her relief when she saw him still in the room was instant, and unnerving. He looked at her curiously. She looked at his knees.
"You alright?"She nodded and got to her feet, wincing.
"Yes," She smiled wanly "Thank you." He watched her as she collected her scrap of clothing and slowly made for the hallway door. She was heading for her new room... but she was hoping he'd stop her before she got to the door. She stopped halfway. How pathetic this was. How pathetic she was. She was still naked. How obvious. She turned around. He was arching an eyebrow at her. "Wrong door." She said with a tight smile, and walked back past him to his chambers. Nice recovery idiot. Even she couldn't tell what game she was playing at. She wasn't usually the game playing type. What more could she possibly expect from him, if anything. He didn't follow, so she just folded her clothes carefully and lay down, curling onto her side and pulling one of the heavier furs up over her body. She wasn't cold, but the weight was comforting. She focused on that.
She was beginning to drift when another weight joined her, settling in with a heavy sigh behind her. They lay there a long while before he spoke. "What did he do to you?"She frowned and turned on her back so she could see him.
"What did who do to me? I mean... who did what?" What was wrong with her? He smirked at her.
"Rattled?"
She gave him an arched look as a response.
"Your new friend." He continued, smirk fading.
"Oh. I don't know. Nothing much really."
"What?"
"Specifically?"
"Yes."
"Well," she turned up on one elbow and reached out grabbing his chin as the man had hers, "he grabbed me like this, and when I pulled away," she grabbed his wrist "he grabbed me and pulled me back to him." She tugged for effect.
"That's it?"
"Well he was being a little rougher than I was." She said defensively.
"Yes, but nothing more? He didn't do anything else to you?"
"No."He nodded clearly satisfied. Strange man she thought, or rather giant... and rolled back onto her back, grunting at a stitch in her side."Thelios?" She called softly.
"Hmm."
"Would you... would you mind... if I slept elsewhere tomorrow?"
"You can sleep elsewhere tonight if you don't like laying with me." She thought she heard something like annoyance hitch in his voice and repressed a smile.
"I like sleeping with you just fine... I prefer it even," she added almost inaudibly, "but I think I need a break from the non-sleeping part."
"I thought I 'aroused' you?" This time with humor. She smiled at the distant stone ceiling.
"Yes, and my body's beginning to regret it." She rubbed her stomach trying to ease the persistent cramp. "I was a virgin..." she added tentatively, not wanting to insult him. He softened visibly, in the corner of her eye.
"I promise I won't touch you." That was not, for some reason, what she wanted to hear. She sat up to look down at him.
"Well, it's not that... it's just... there, to heal, you know. Only, maybe, one night."
"I said I wouldn't touch you." He looked at her askance, "you don't need to haggle with me. Now go to sleep." He turned over, giving her his back. She choked back a disappointed sting and lay down. She wanted to reach out to him, to re-establish contact. So she did, giving in to the strange urge and wrapped an arm around his lower torso and laying her hand on the side of his stomach. He rewarded her by capturing her hand in his.
She melted into the back of him, wondering at the satisfaction coursing through her. Why did she feel the need to touch him all the time? Was she becoming attached to him? It did make sense, she reasoned after a moment considering the question. He'd taken her virginity and they'd shared very intimate acts and words. Such intimacy must breed some sort of affection, especially when the other is generally affable like he is. She nodded mentally and felt content with her analysis and slept unperturbed by the strange passions that had been troubling her.
**
"I'm leaving tomorrow."Caliope looked up from her stew with a frown and gave Thelios a quizzical look. Demitri kept eating undisturbed.
"Where are you going?" He looked at her mildly.
"No where special, just ... family business."
"I see. How long will you be gone?"
"Not long." Vague as always.
The past weeks had rolled on in peaceful repetition into months. She found this change in the rhythm unsettling."Who will look after the sheep?"
"They'll survive on their own."
"But you'll lose some."
He shrugged. "It happens."
She was no shepherd, but she'd sometimes tagged along for something to do, and knew that for the most part it was just a lot of sitting around and redirecting wanderers."I could do it." She offered tentatively.
He shrugged. "If you like."
"Well I think it's ridiculous to just leave them all alone."
He arched an eyebrow at her, "I've done it before."
"Perhaps, but it's wasteful. I can't abide that. No it won't do. " She stabbed at a piece of rabbit and missed.