Page 50 of Woven Souls

I spin her around and kiss her thoroughly, making sure she can taste my favorite meal that’s smeared across my face and covering my tongue. My hands slide down to grab the hem of her shirt. I break our kiss only to pull the shirt over her head.

“I can’t be naked in the—”

My mouth covers hers as my hand wraps around her waist to pull her up against me. My other hand flies to the latch of her bra and unhooks it.

I’m desperate for Willow. My dick is so hard and throbbing so painfully between my legs, I can hardly think of anything else. Before I know it, I have Willow’s back pressed against the cool tile floor. I don’t even break the kiss to manage the feat. Her hands fly to the zipper of my pants, but I knock them away to do it myself.

When my erection springs free, I grab the back of Willow’s thick thighs, bring them up to her chest, and spread them as wide as she can go. Without any preamble, I slam my dick into her. The wet sound her body makes as she accepts all of me in one fell swoop is overpowered by her cry.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I hiss as I sink further and further into her warm embrace.

My skin vibrates harder, willing Willow to feel how much she means to me. Willow tries to move but with me holding her legs out and up, she’s at my mercy.

“No, Little Minx,” I snap between my clenched teeth as I look down at her. “I told you, I’m going to enjoy my meal. So, hold on while I savor everything you give me.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Willow groans as I press my hips forward so that the little vibrating nub at the base of my dick presses against her swollen clit.

I grin.

“At least you’ll die happy.”

Willow’s laughter breaks off as I begin to move. Despite how desperate I am to fill her up, I make sure to move with hard, controlled thrusts. The slippery mess between us grows messier as I work her body back up into a frenzy. Each time my hips snap forward, her breasts bounce and jiggle. With my hands holding her legs, that leaves my tongue available to tease her nipples, so I use it strategically.

“Kwil, please. I need more.”

“I’ll give you more,” I vow as I pull away from her left nipple.

I’m so fucking hard it hurts. The need to cum teeters between pleasure and pain, leaning closer to pain now. But I can’t cum inside of her until she cums around me. It’s a theory that gets confirmed each and every time our bodies lock together in this intimate embrace. I’m fully hers, and I can’t find peace until she does.

I’m a hundred percent okay with that.

I move faster as Willow’s body begins to shake. As her body clamps down around my dick, I feel my own body respond. Willow’s orgasm comes on swiftly and harder than ever. She throws her arm over her mouth as she screams. As her body cums around me, my release rockets through me like a shooting star, sending so much pleasure through my nervous system that I think I might explode. Or maybe I’ll implode. All I know is that my seams have burst, and I’ve come undone. My cum splashes into her. It’s never ending as I fill her up with everything that I have. Rope after rope of my seed fills her. In the back of my head, I wonder how her body doesn’t swell with how much I spill into her. As I continue to fall apart, Willow finds another release, and then another.

Her body, quivering and clenching around my dick, drags every drop of cum out of me until I’m utterly spent. When her body finally relaxes, I withdraw.

My intention was to take a breath and help Willow to her feet, but when I see what spills out of her body, a deep snarl ripples through my body. I bring Willow’s legs down only so that I can grab her hips to flip her around.

“What the—”

On her stomach, I pull Willow’s hips up, scoop the cum leaking from her body, and finger it back inside of her.

“Yes, keep me full, Mystery Man,” Willow pleads softly as her hands come out and stretch in front of her. Her body arches into my touch. “I want to keep all of you inside of me.”

I can’t talk. My teeth are clenched together, and my throat is squeezed shut so tight that I can hardly breathe. Shewantsthis. Her body squeezes my fingers, looking for me. The thought of her stomach swollen with my child erases any rational thought, and in its place blossoms sheer excitement. I can chalk this up to the monster’s instinct to procreate, but I’ll be damned if I don’t love the idea, too.

My fingers stop pumping in and out of Willow’s body only so that I can hold them deep inside of her with my palm against her mound to keep any seed from spilling out. Using my thumb, I circle her swollen clit. It takes a little longer to tease another orgasm from Willow, but when it does, my fingers feel each and every twitch and spasm. When she’s well spent, I withdraw from her.

“Jeez, that was… incredible.” Willow sighs happily as she lies completely flat on the floor.

“Don’t be lazy, Little Minx. Get up. The others are going to smell breakfast and come looking for it.” I grin as she groans. As she turns to sit up, I get to my feet and offer her my hand. She takes it, and I pull her up. When she’s steady on her feet, I reach down, grab her pants and panties, and help her slip them back on.

Before I straighten, I kiss each of her breasts before burying my face between them. Willow’s body shakes as she laughs. As I start to pull away, the temperature in the room shifts. It goes from comfortable to freezing in the span of about five seconds. The sunlight starting to pour into the room from the window fades, and the room grows dark. As the hair raises on my arms and neck, Willow gasps and grabs for her bra and shirt on the ground.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she whispers as she throws on her clothes.

“What’s going on?”

As I speak, mist forms in front of my face. Frost begins to form on the floor and creep up the walls. My heart begins to race. The vibrations on my skin change and translate to one large warning in my head.

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