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“Another night around the campfire?” Lohse asked as she walked up behind Ifan.
He hadn’t moved from his spot around the campfire. The only sign he’d shifted was the knocked over bowl beside him. It was rare to see him so quiet. His head tilted up towards the sky and away from her. The source collar was tight against the back of his neck.
A part of her wanted to adjust it for him. She could see the deep marks it had left, knew the pain it brought to her companions and the others she’d met. The slight purple bruising everyone she met had was discomforting. Hell, one of the first things Ifan had even done when meeting her was help her collar sit better.
But she stilled her fingers. Fought back the rising swell that told her to touch him. If he wanted to collar to sit differently he would have done it himself.
It had been a few short weeks since they found themselves on the island. Risking life and limb to try and find their way off. The farther they got the deeper they found themselves in the plot. They’d learned who they were, their powers linked to the fact they were Godwoken. While Fane and Ifan had shared their visions with each other, Lohse knew to stay quiet. Where they met Gods, she met the demon dwelling in her.
“Aye,” he answered after a beat too long. His gruff voice was distant, his mind clearly elsewhere.
Lohse paused behind him. Was now a good time to talk with him? He’d always been guarded when they talked. First impressed to learn who she was, but secretive when it came to any larger details about him. Ifan walked a strange line of being so widely open about minute details it took a lot of work to realize you didn’t really know anything about him.
Not that she’d been particularly open either. Who would be accepting enough to learn that someone in their party housed a demon.
“The perimeters clear,” she finally said as she stepped around him. The fire light danced across his features, mouth hidden by the mess he called a beard. “Fane and Beast are asleep. Or well, whatever it is Fane does,” she said it flippantly, attempting to brighten whatever mood had him so dour.
Lohse couldn’t tell if he smiled at that. The shadows hiding his face from her then. The longer it took them to get the source collars off the more tense he seemed. The more tense they all seemed.
“He sleeps,” Ifan finally answered. Lohse could hear the smile in his tone. A small crack beginning to form in whatever cool facade he’d been keeping up. “Can’t tell you how to tell though. I just know he does.”
“Well there goes that lesson then I guess,” Lohse sighed. Her gaze turning up to the starry sky.
Beast and Fane had set up their beds a bit farther back. Preferring the cover of the foliage at the base of the cliff to the more open area they’d set up the campfire. They’d scoured the area, and spent so much time hunting down Magistrates they weren’t worried about the wildlife. The most dangerous beasts had been dealt with earlier in the evening.
She knew that logically it would’ve been better to put out the fire and just brave the cool summer’s night for her watch. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. The warmth and light were all that was staving off the cascade of thoughts. The stirring beast inside her had spoken earlier that day. Told her things she never wanted to hear.
If she’d been alone when she met them she might have cried once she woke up. But being around everyone else had been enough for her to tamp the fear down. Hide the rising bile that had crept up her throat and threatened to burst. And she felt it now, the aching burn as her mind fought to turn to the creature. And what could she—
“You can have a seat, you know,” Ifan interrupted.
Lohse’s thoughts scattered at the mere sound of his voice. His tone was open and welcoming. Had he really just offered her to sit with him?
She looked down towards him, his face now craned to look up at her. Half fire lit, half darkness hidden she was once again struck by just how handsome he was. The same as she was when they first met on the ship.
“Thanks,” she finally said, taking a seat on the grass beside him. The warmth from the fire spread over her face and chest. The exposed skin drinking it in while her skirt began to warm with it.
How long had it been since she last rested? The nights were filled with such fitful sleep she tried to avoid it as long as she can. But, how long had it been since he had slept?
“Are you going to turn in?” Lohse asked as she turned her head to look at him. “I don’t have any problem taking an extra watch if you need the sleep.”
Even this close his eyes were hard to read, the green now a warm gold as the fire light danced over them. She’d prided herself on her ability to read people, hell his type had often been so easy to read. Men coming back from war or battle looking for nothing more than a good fuck and a lady to join them. But there was something different about him. Mannerisms she still hadn’t figured out. A way of thinking that she just hadn’t been able to crack.
“Nah, you go turn in,” Ifan answered. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you skipping sleep shifts, Lohse. You’re going to be running on fumes soon, and you’re no good to us dead.”
The words were rough, soldiers' words. But the truth was there. No amount of running from the twisted dreams would save her if she fumbled a spell in battle. And things were only going to get harder from here.
“I promised to take the second sleep shift,” she sighed as she tried to put on a matching cool facade. “Fane can be a real hard ass if you wake him up too early.” The grin was already on her face.
The rush of air that came from Ifan was nothing short of quiet laughter.
Lohse quickly looked towards him. “Was that a laugh?” she asked. Her voice filled with heavy teasing. “You know as an entertainer it would help me so much if you just reacted a bit more. A little encouragement for your team mate.”
The flickering flames couldn’t hide the bright smile that had broken across his face. “It may have been,” Ifan answered. “I don’t think it's that hard to believe that you make me laugh.”
Lohse looked at him incredulously. “That hard? Ifan that’s maybe the first ‘almost laugh’ I’ve heard from you.” She was hamming it up. Ifan’s laugh came to him in the day as quick as breathing. But to have one from something she’d said was something else entirely. It echoed in her mind and through her pounding heart.
“I find that hard to believe,” he responded, giving her a wicked grin.
The smile stayed on his face, and she felt drawn to it. It wasn’t like his smile was anything new; many men in her short life had flashed them at her. Each hoping to capture her heart, or at least her body for the night. But not one interested her. Each as dogged and flagrant in their intentions as the last.
And then along came Ifan. His easy going attitude, and the gentle play between being open and closed off drew her in. Caught her interest and attention until she was too far gone in her affections.
The silence crept over them. Complementing the distance that she’d grown accustomed to. No matter how interested she was, or how much she wanted to know more, she needed to be wary of her own heart and the darkness that dwelled there.
If she let Ifan become someone she cared for…then it just gave the demon festering within one more thing to use against her.
Lohse feigned looking at the sky behind him. Taking a few beats before boldly looking at his face instead. There, in the corner of his eyes, in the slight tightening of his lips she saw it. A friend so familiar she would recognize them anywhere. That pained loneliness that crept up when you thought no one was looking.
“Do you get lonely, then?” Lohse asked. The words leaving her lips before she’d even registered she was going to say them.
Ifan looked at her confused. “No? I mean, I was with the regiment for so long, and then I joined the Lone Wolves right after leaving them, and even then once I got captured I met you all. I haven’t had the time to be lonely,” he answered confused, but honest. It was something she liked about him. The bits he was willing to share carried such truth it felt like he was baring his soul without even opening up. “Wait unless,” he paused.
And Lohse felt a jolt run through her chest. Her heart skipping a beat as she registered the hidden implications of her words.
Even in the firelight she could see his reddening face. “Unless, uh, wait. What did you mean exactly?”
What had she meant? Where had the question even come from? Here she was a moment ago thinking about how she recognized the look in his eyes and then she asks if he’s lonely. Could he tell her burgeoning feelings just from that? Had her mouth betrayed her?
Lohse stared back at him for a few moments more. Face turning beat red as she sought the words to respond.
Clumsily, Ifan cleared his throat and turned back towards the sky. Shifting his weight so he was resting back on his arms. But his elbow bent ever so slightly, crumpling under the weight of whatever she said and in that moment she could see it. A brightness in his eyes that she hadn’t seen before and a smile poking out from his beard.
Embarrassed, Lohse stood up. Hurriedly brushing dried grass from her hands as she thought up an excuse to leave. “The uh, the fire is looking like it’ll get low soon. I’m going to go find some wood.” She held the last syllable as she walked past him.
Her face burned. And her heart hammered in her chest so hard she was sure he could hear it. If he said anything after her, or even reacted she couldn’t tell. So consumed with her own embarrassment she was too nervous to even spare a look back.
“Great job, Lohse,” she muttered to herself once the camp was a fair distance behind her. The hammering in her chest had settled some, but the embarrassment was starting to overwhelm her. Had she really asked him that? “You start to fall for someone, and you let it go to your head.” She stopped in front of a tree. Groaning as she pressed her forehead against it.
Things were already so complicated. The party was a horribly cobbled together group of people who barely had a shared goal. How they’d even made it that far was a miracle in and of itself. And she was wanting to mess with the dynamics even more. Potentially screw up their ability to leave all because of a blossoming crush on a man at least ten years her senior.
“You couldn’t have kept your mouth shut.” The embarrassment kept her face hot as she pressed her forehead harder into the bark. “He’s going to think you’re a weirdo.” She gently hit her head against the trunk once more before pulling away to pace. “How are you going to face him now?”
Talking was the only way she knew to get through her feelings. It was efficient. The words almost painting the picture in front of her eyes so that she could start to process things. The moment flitted through the air.
“And that smile, what are you-”
A harsh shush behind her stopped the words in her mouth. Lohse barely had a moment to turn around before Ifan’s arms were around her. Pulling her towards a thick bush on her left.
She wanted to fight against him. The fact he’d followed her was humiliating enough, but the chance he could have heard what she was saying was mortifying. One glance at his face froze any words in her throat.
Ifan was serious. The joking atmosphere was gone and his grip on her arms was tight and slightly shaky as he helped her to the ground. One of his knees hiking up her skirts between her legs as they settled into place.
Oh god he was close. So close. His leg warm against her thigh. The heat from the fire that had soaked into his pants now seeped into her. He shifted slightly as he tried to look through the bush. His thigh grinding into her.
Lohse opened her mouth, about to ask him what was going on, but his eyes snapped to her. His shadowed face telling her to keep quiet, and not move.
Not a moment later she heard them. A group of magisters walking up the road. She could hear at least three distinct voices as they squabled amongst themselves. Their words mostly lost to the distant crash of the waves.
He must have seen them when she left. Oh fuck. Had he doused the fire? Were Fane and Beast sleeping ducks back at camp? It was her watch and she’d left them to the wolves.
Lohse stared back up at Ifan. Face burning hotter the longer they hid together. He’d long since let go of her arms, instead holding himself over her as they waited for the group to leave the area. The strings from the top of his shirt dangled past her cheeks. Caressing them softly with every rise and fall of his chest.
This close she could smell the faint sweat of the day rolling off him. It was crisp, like the ocean. Unpinned by the wild almost animalistic scent she’d grown accustomed to. It enveloped her senses. Taking over the fear that had crept into her heart over being found and replaced it with a drive to be closer to him.
Ifan stared back down at her. His face nearly unreadable in the muted darkness of the bush. The only light came from their source collars. The dark green magic that trapped their source cast no light. But when her heart hammered in her chest the white source rose to the surface. It was only in those moments she could see him. And he could see her.
Lohse shifted uncomfortably. A twig digging into her back painfully as she did so. She let out a quiet gasp as she tried to move away from the stick. When she finally settled her shoulder was pressed up against his arm. It trembled against her. And she realized he was straining his already tired body to keep himself from touching her more than he already was.
If he collapsed onto her before the group left the area they’d both be found out. He needed to lay down on her, regardless of what he wanted. Lohse found her arms raising to grab the front of his shirt. Heart pounding as she gave it a gentle tug.
Ifan looked at her in surprise. A faint bloom of source running over his collar as he did so. The light was enough for her to see the amused discomfort on his face. She tugged again. Waiting for him to finally press down against her.
He still didn’t move. Instead looking down at her with a confused expression. There was no chance he hadn’t picked up on her feelings earlier. And it was clear from his staunch refusal to move that they weren’t returned. While every bit of her was embarrassed and wanting to run even further from this place, there was nowhere to escape to.
Lohse herself slightly off the ground to wrap her arms around him. Her face pressing into his shoulder as she tried to lure him down onto her. He needed to get down. What if the magisters saw the soft glow from his collar.
There was more resistance as she tried to gently pull him down with her. His arms shaking more noticeably with the added weight. But quickly, that resistance went away. And she felt him lowering the pair until he was laying on top of her. The heaviness of his chest settled over her and his arm came to wrap around her neck in kind.
Lohse pulled away from his shoulder. Wanting to dare one quick glance at her companion's face before the moment passed. Was he just as freaked out as she was?
The pair looked at each other for a moment. Blooms of source flitting across their collars as their eyes met each other. The expression he wore was unreadable. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Whether he was embarrassed with her at the position they found themselves in. Or scared of the passing magisters finding them and their companions when they were the least ready.
But a moment later it didn’t matter.
Ifan’s lips were upon hers. The arm supporting her head pulled away until his hand was tangling in her hair. Fingers weaving in until he was supporting the back of her head. He tilted her head back ever so slightly using the moment to kiss her even deeper.
Lohse didn’t immediately react. So taken aback she couldn’t even process what was happening. Ifan was kissing her and yet she was so sure he didn’t feel the same.
His beard was scratchy, and soft all at once. Enveloping her face and heightening the moment even more than it already was. Once she gathered herself her lips eagerly sought after his. Responding in kind to every movement he made, Lohse was already finding herself sinking into the moment. Forgetting her worries and caring only about the man pressed against her.
Her lips parted and his tongue snaked in, quickly enveloping her own. Lohse’s breath hitched in response. Tongue dominated by Ifan’s as her fingers dug into his back. It wasn’t enough, they needed more.
More.
Magisters forgotten, sleeping companions a distant memory, all that mattered, all she craved, was more of Ifan.
The leg between her thighs pressed further into her. Ifan shifting as something hard began to dig into her thigh. He ground it against her earning another gasp.
Whatever misgivings she had about their exchange before were gone. Forgotten. Buried under the mountain of this kiss.
The hand on his side was under his shirt somehow. She hadn’t even remembered moving it, acting on pure instinct in the moment. Now she found it gently running down his back. Fingers tracing over scars she’d never seen.
When they finally broke apart Lohse was panting hard. Gasping for air that she didn’t even realize had run out. His chest heaved against her as he panted with her. The kiss enough to leave her feeling as though she hadn’t breathed for five minutes.
Ifan’s eyes stared down at her. The source in their collars flaring with each heartbeat. She could barely read his face. His expression was soft and hard all at once as he looked back at her.
But she wasn’t done yet. The hand at the back of his neck pressed his face down towards her. And she raised her own head up to meet him before he could resist. Their lips met with an eager groan from his throat.
It was so warm under him. His prick digging into her thigh set her heart thundering and each pass of his tongue teased the start of a moan from her throat. Lohse’s hand twisted as she gripped more of his hair and he pressed a moan into her lips. The sound so thick and sweet it sent a shudder of pleasure down her spine.
Lohse stopped running her other hand down his back. Instead gently running it down his side until she reached the waistband of his pants. The feeling of his skin under her fingertips sent cold sparks up her arm.
They were crossing a line. One that couldn’t be uncrossed. But as her fingers grazed the skin along the top of his pants and another moan passed his lips, any thoughts of hesitation were gone.
Her hand slipped under the belt. Forearm pressed so tightly against his stomach she wouldn’t be able to turn her arm much. But that didn’t matter.
The tips of her fingers grazed his dick and he shuddered over her. A wave of pleasure ran through her cunt as she wrapped her hand around his cock. It had been long, too long, since she’d been with someone. Let alone someone she had even the faintest of feelings for.
Ifan’s lips left hers, and for a moment she felt disappointed. Then guilty as she realized she’d pushed him past his point of comfort. But they soon found new purchase against her neck. Hot breath tickling against her as his mouth greedily kissed along her. Each press of his soft lips accompanied with a gentle suck, until he stopped just above her collar bone.
A moan passed her lips as he gently bit her. Sucking on her collarbone as she squirmed under this new touch.
“Ifan,” she moaned quietly. His name ripped from her lips as she squeezed his cock in her hand. Trying inspite of the tightness of his belt to jerk him off.
The seal of his lips broke for a moment as he moaned into her. Sparks shot to her cunt, the coiled warmth betraying just how badly she wanted him then.
Even if she tried, there wasn’t enough room to properly pleasure him with his belt still on. With a quick squeeze she pulled her arm from his pants, snaking the other one down so she could try and get his belt undone while he kissed back up her neck.
“I’m not sure I can hold back if you do that, Lohse,” he exhaled in her ear. The warning was implicit, and his voice so rough she felt it reverberate down her body.
Her cunt ached with need. Earlier follies forgotten, she wanted him now. Could barely hold back the litany of moans that threatened to escape with every breath. What had brought them here was still out there. But in the thrill of the moment they were mere footnotes in the story. If the magisters were going to hear them it would have already happened.
Lohse didn’t stop as she clumsily tried to pull his belt free from the loop. Whatever warning he was given was second to how badly she needed her hand on his cock.
The hand wrapped in her hair pulled away and quickly found her breast. Lohse gasped as he kneaded hungrily against it. Fingers brushing over her nipple as he felt her for the first time.
“Oh god,” she moaned again. Breath catching a slight whine as he softly rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
She fumbled a moment longer with the belt. Finding it even harder to focus on her goal with every knead of his hands. With great effort she clumsily pulled the belt free of the buckle. Her hand finally going back into his pants.
“Lohse,” Ifan groaned a warning against her throat.
Her fingers wrapped around him once more. His cock so hard she could feel a pulse on its underside. She started slowly pumping, brushing over the head with the palm of her hand.
He withdrew from her. Pants stretching under her wrist as he moved to look down at her. “Just tell me to stop when you need,” he said as he reached down towards her. Fingers shakily trying to undo the tie at the top of her shirt.
Lohse smirked up at him. Pumping his cock a little faster in hopes that she could disrupt him. No matter the moment, she wanted to tease him even now. Her palm passed over the head of his penis once more and she felt his hand jerk in response. She’d succeeded in her little plan.
A grunt left his lips as the knot was finally undone.A moment later the cool night air passed over her breast. His mouth found hers again earning a soft groan from her. She was greedy still. Wanting more and more from him. As if he could read her mind his hand once more found her breast. Fingers toying with the nipple sending jolts of electricity through her clit. Lohse moaned louder, unable to contain it as her cunt ached for him even more.
“Ifan, please,” she begged into his mouth. Her voice betrayed every ounce of need that was coursing through her.
Her hand on his cock was nearly forgotten just from the rush of his hand on her breast. She tried to start pumping once more when his voice rumbled through her.
“Please what,” he challenged. Pressing lips down her jaw until he bit into her neck once more.
Lohse gasped loudly. Pain mixing with pleasure until she was sure she couldn’t take it any more. “I need you,” she managed to moan out. The whine returning to her voice once more.
She felt a rumble through his chest at her words.
“Mmm,” he responded. Tongue gently running over the teeth marks he’d just left in her.
Lohse looked up at Ifan as he twisted himself off of her. Belt falling to either side of his hips as the bush stirred around them.
“They’re long gone by now,” his low voice whispered. The sound foreign from the man she had come to know.
Lohse nodded, the pull of moment beginning to fade as the cool night air settled over her. So that was what he intended. An end to the time they shared. Whatever thrill the risk of the magisters finding them brought had passed.
Gooseflesh spread over her chest as she shifted to sit up. Her skirts pulled against her as his knee was still pinning her mostly in place.
“I guess we must return to camp,” she said hesitantly. “Fane and Beast could wake up any minute, and I don’t think Fane would let me off easy for leaving my post.”
Ifan was upon her as she finished her sentence. Lips seeking to quiet the words passing through hers.
“I didn’t say we were done here,” he growled. Hot breath sending more waves of gooseflesh down her body. The waning moment snapped back as another moan was torn from her lips. Lohse’s chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath.
“Oh,” was all she could manage to say. Though whether the sound was from her surprise at his forwardness, or the next love bite he left upon her she wasn’t sure.
“Here or the tree,” he asked as he pressed his next kiss over her collar bone. He was propping her upper body up, one arm wrapped around her to hold her steady while the other held them both up.
Lohse’s head fell back as he kissed down her chest. Each one leaving a hot fire trail until his tongue flicked over her nipple. A sharp inhale gave way to a moan louder than any she’d made before. Hot fire spread through her cunt as her fingers greedily clung to his back. Digging in as he swirled his tongue around her nipple. Words were gone, all she wanted was to be lost in the soaring pleasure she’d found herself in.
“You haven’t answered,” he breathed as he broke away from her breast. Shifting their weight so he could start dragging his hand down her front.
“I don’t—” she broke into a moan as his fingers brushed over her clit. The sound pitching as his mouth went back to her breast.
He’d spoken earlier hadn’t he. What had he said? Here or the tree?
Lohse stifled her next moan, hand clamping down over her mouth as he pressed gently into her clit.
Could they even make it to the tree if she asked? Would she make it through this onslaught of pleasure without cumming before her time?
“Lohse,” Ifan said warningly. His mouth dragging against her chest as he kissed back up to her mouth. “You give a man too many compliments, your cunt is soaked.”
She squirmed under his touch. The fingers on her clit, his lips on hers, the feeling of him pressing down upon her. All of it was too much and not enough at the same time. She wanted more. No, needed more.
“I think that’s enough time,” Ifan finally said as he broke away from her. She whined as his hand left her cunt, the cool air rushing to replace the heat of his hand. “Tree it is,” he grunted as he gathered her off the ground. One arm under her shoulders, the other under her knees and she was lifted in the air like she weighed nothing.
“Oh!” Lohse exclaimed as he lifted her. Fighting to catch her breath in the brief break she had from the onslaught. But with each gasping breath one thing was clear. Her body ached for him. Where his fingers touched bare skin she burned, tendrils of want and need twisting through her body.
She wasn’t sure she could wait for the damned tree. This brief break from their intimate tryst was already more than she could bear. His hold gave her few options. There was no chance she could snare a kiss from him, but if she twisted just a bit more, his neck was bared for her.
Lohse turned herself, his grip immediately adjusting to hold her and pressed her mouth just above where the shoulder began. His skin was rough and tasted slightly of sweat. Ifan shuddered as he pulled her tighter to him, almost encouraging her to continue. The soft bite that followed earned her a moan as his fingers pressed into her. She kissed up his neck, softly sucking and biting in quick succession.
Knotted wood pressed into her as she gasped in surprise. With a practiced grace, Ifan dropped her legs and maneuvered between them. His lips pressed against hers and his tongue quickly wormed its way inside. Blindly he hiked her skirts up until her cunt was exposed to the night air.
Ifan’s fingers grazed over her mound and he pulled slightly away from her. “No underwear? What a naughty girl.” He pressed a knee below her. Helping keep her up while his hands hurriedly working to free his cock.
Lohse waited, moans coming freely with every press of him now. Her legs were poised to wrap around him the moment his prick was out. Gods she needed him. Cunt aching to be spread by him. Why had they waited so long? This was what they both needed, nay, wanted.
His cock was at her entrance, the tip hot pressed against her teasing her opening.
A keening whine left her lips. “Ifan, please,” she begged. The words no sooner left her lips than his cock passed over her clit. The sensation sending a wave of pleasure through her.
Lohse’s legs wrapped around him, trapping him against her as she bucked towards him. Every movement was on auto pilot. Lohse’s mind already giving way to the eager hunger within her.
“Please what?” He teased as he thrusted up inside of her. Hilting himself in her cunt in one quick move.
Lohse moaned loudly, unable to hold back just how good it felt. He was warm, so warm. Every thrust felt like he was reaching deeper and deeper.
Ifan filled her completely and each thrust tightened the growing coil. Her mouth greedily found his, eagerly trying to take more of him in. She was hot, and cold, and every sense of her body was filled with screaming pleasure.
Lohse moaned greedily into his mouth, fingers twisting in his hair searching for something to anchor her. The aching in her cunt hadn’t left, morphing into this waning and waxing fervour that threatened to end things too soon. If she didn’t stay focused she was going to cum soon.
“Lohse,” he grunted. Her name sending another spark through her body. “I’m close.”
The coil in her cunt tightened even more. His words sending a wave of sensual anticipation through her. She was close too. From the thrill of hiding together to being thrown up against a tree and taken she wasn’t sure if she could take much more.
“Ifan,” she moaned into him. Her fingers raking down his back as he kept thrusting into her. Lohse was hot, and cold, and wound so tight she needed to burst. Needed the release.
Her legs tightened around him. Holding him against her as his thrusts quickened.
“Lohse you-” he moaned as her nails dug into him again. Cutting off his words as he pressed her against the tree. “I need to-”
“Cum inside,” she exhaled beside his ear. Gently biting it as she focused on the building orgasm.
“Gods,” he moaned. Face pressing against her. Every breath he took sent shivers down her spine. The hot air introducing a newer, softer sensation that she hadn’t expected.
Without warning Ifan bit into her shoulder and the coil released. Her cunt greedily clamping around his cock as the orgasm tore through her.
“If an ,” she whined. The moan pitching higher and higher as the pleasure surged through her.
Ifan didn’t say anything, thrusting once more inside her as a shudder ran through him. Her cunt ran warm with each spurt of cum. The orgasming walls hungrily trying to pull the seed out of him.
A second orgasm hit too soon after the second. The first was barely over before the next ran in. The thrill of everything that had just happened, the feeling of his cum drenching her womb was all too much. She pressed her hand over her mouth to cover the screamed moan. Ifan biting her shoulder once more as his own orgasm came to an end.
Lohse clung to his back as the dust settled. The only sound around them was their panting breaths and the distant crash of waves on rock. She didn’t want to let go of him yet. Didn’t want to look at his face as the embarrassed shame started to creep in. Had they just fucked against a tree?
“You know,” Ifan finally said as he pulled himself out of her. “I can always take second watch for Fane if you’d like. He wouldn’t even know.”
Lohse saw the wicked glint in his eye. And even though she was exhausted, and really should go sleep. She found herself kissing him once more.