Page 63 of Grave Intentions

As the grave fills, I feel a sense of closure. The man who abused us, who tried to break us, is now nothing more than a memory. We stand united, stronger than ever, telling the world we will not be victims. Mr. Wilson’s legacy ends here.

I level out the ground with a few passes of the backhoe tracks before running a rake over the grass placed back over the top. Ensuring we leave no obvious disturbance here. The moon reflects off the freshly replaced grass sections—the only living witness to our actions here tonight. I step back, and Lena movescloser, our shoulders brushing. At this moment, we are bound by more than just our shared trauma—we are connected by our strength and determination to forge a new path.

She whispers, “It’s done.” Her voice is thick with emotion. I nod, unable to find the words to describe the tempest of feelings inside me. We stand side by side, staring at the grave, reflecting on the journey that brought us here. It’s not just Mr. Wilson’s body we’ve buried but also the remnants of our childhood fears and the shadows that haunted us.

“We did what we had to,” I finally say, my voice hoarse. “He’ll never hurt anyone again.”

Lena nods, her eyes never leaving the grave. “I hope he rots in hell.” Her tone is fierce, a fire that wasn’t there before.

I step closer to Lena, my gaze intense. “There’s one more thing we need to do.” I glance at the graves, then back at her. “Let me make you forget them completely.”

Her eyes widen, and she bites her lip. “What do you mean?”

I move closer, my body inches from hers. “We’re already stained by their touch. But there’s a part of you they never claimed.” I brush her hair back, my fingers lingering on her neck. “Let me take it. Let me brand you as mine.”

My cock twitches in excitement to be the one to claim her pucker, that tiny hole between her smooth cheeks, for the first time.

Lena’s breath quickens, and she pulls away slightly. “I... I don’t know, Talon. What if it hurts?”

I shake my head, my eyes never leaving hers. “I would never hurt you. I’ll go slow, and I have lube.” I pull a small bottle of lube from my pocket, offering it to her. “We don’t have to, but I want to know that part of you, too, belongs to me.”

She clears her throat. “You really want me, don’t you?”

“More than anything.” I step forward, pressing my body against hers. “You’re the only light in my dark world, and I’ll always keep you safe and make you mine.”

Lena’s eyes search mine, her lips parting slightly. “Here? Over their graves?”

I nod. “It’s just us, Lena. And it’ll be a real ‘fuck you’ to those assholes.”

She shivers, and I see the desire warring with her nerves. “Okay,” she whispers, her voice laced with uncertainty. “But you have to promise to be gentle.”

“I promise.” I cup her face, my thumbs brushing her cheeks. “It might be uncomfortable initially, but I’ll take care of you. Always.”

Lena nods, and I pull her against me, my lips capturing hers in a possessive kiss. Her hands tangle in my hair, and she responds with a hunger that matches mine.

I position Lena on the fresh grave, her hands and knees sinking into the soft earth as she assumes the doggy position. Her back arches, offering herself to me, and I can’t help but admire the gorgeous curves of her body. Her skin glows in the moonlight, starkly contrasting the darkness surrounding us.

I kneel behind her, taking a moment to appreciate the view. Slowly, I start to prep her, drizzling an ample amount of lube on her asshole before using my fingers to gently loosen her up. She lets out a soft moan, and I pause, worried I might be hurting her. “You okay?” I whisper.

“Keep going,” she replies, her voice laced with anticipation.

I oblige, my fingers working her slowly, deliberately. I want to make sure she’s ready and desperate for me. It’s not just about the physical act but the emotional connection that comes with it. I take my time, enjoying her body responding to my touch.

I slip my pinky in and feel her relax around it. Slowly, I slide in, one knuckle, then two, then all the way. I thrust my pinky intothat perfect, pink starfish, groaning, knowing I’m her first… and her last.

I bite her ass as I trade my pinky for my thick middle finger. She adjusts to my size with a sharp intake of breath.

“That’s my good girl,” I murmur, so turned on I can barely think straight. I want to fuck her ass so badly. I need it.

I know she’s ready for something bigger when she’s squirming and breathless. I pull my fingers away and reach into my pocket for the small dildo. It’s not much, but it’ll do the job to help stretch her, get her ready for my cock. Adding more lube, I press it inside her gently, and she moans deeply. Her hips rock back, seeking more, and I thrust it slowly, building a steady rhythm. Her moans fill the night air, and I revel in her sounds.

Finally, when she’s begging for more, I ease the dildo out and line myself up to her entrance. “You ready for me, Lena?” I ask, coating my dick in lube.

“Please, Talon,” she whispers. “I need you.”

With a gentle but firm thrust, I ease myself inside her. She takes the head of my cock like a woman starved. I pause, seeing the shadows of her breasts swaying as her breathing hitches. I growl as I fight the urge to push into her ass all at once. I feel her back up onto my cock as her ass swallows me, inch by inch. She’s tight, and I pause again, allowing her to adjust to my size.

“You feel so fucking good,” I murmur, my hands gripping her hips.

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