Beyond the Gates of Evermoore

In truth, he’d been brave. Both with the wolves and with keeping her out of danger. She didn’t want to think about that now, though. Right now all that mattered was showing him what she needed. And beyond that… fulfilling some of the man’s own needs as well.

“Fuck me,” she gasped into his mouth. “Please, Lucus…” Her eyes locked on his own. “I need this…”

His pants came down. Beneath it, he wore absolutely nothing. Melody gasped as her hand closed around him, his manhood filling her palm and then some. He was big. Big and thick and growing harder with each passing second as the head of his cock slid through the opening between her thumb and forefinger.

“I’ve wanted you,” he whispered into her ear. His breath was steaming hot against her skin. “Wanted you since I saw you.”

She pulled him tight. Felt his growing bulge press against the thin fabric of her panties…

“… to be inside you,” Lucus was saying. “To feel you. Touch you…”

His hand slipped between her legs, all big and calloused, his thumb shoving the thin strip of her panties roughly aside. He rubbed her up and down with his palm. Covered his entire hand in her wetness as she groaned into his mouth.

“I’ll fuck you,” he growled, nibbling on her lip. His mouth went to her ear again. “Have no fear of that.”

Melody swooned as she ground herself against him, desperate for the penetration. She squeezed her eyes shut. Savored the feel of his thick fingers curling inside her, diving their way into her dripping hot depths. His cock was a steel rod, achingly useless in her open hand. She stroked it, marveling at the length. Begging for it to be used on her. For her legs — no, her entire body — to be wrapped magnificently around it.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Lucus…”

He shifted upward, and she found herself face to face with one brown nipple. Melody opened her mouth and took it in. Hungrily she devoured his chest, her tongue tracing wet ovals across the salty-sweet surface of the blacksmith’s delicious skin.

Finally she felt it; the bulbous head of his cock pressed snugly against her opening. She spread her thighs wider. Screwed down harder, trying to draw him in.

Without warning everything changed. Melody was lifted by two strong arms, flipped onto her stomach, and bent over a covered pile of soft straw.

“OHHH!”

She gasped as he took her from behind. Lucus’s hands went to her hips, grabbing and positioning her. The fingers of one hand clenched tightly against her flesh as he used the other to guide himself, still thick and raging hard, right up against the entrance to her sopping wet pussy.

“You want this?” he breathed huskily into her ear. The act of leaning over Melody’s back had already driven the very tip of his cock inside her.

“YES,” she gasped needlessly.

“Tell me.”

“I want it!”

“Where?”

“INSIDE me…”

He pushed the head in. It was the most incredible feeling in the world. But then he stopped.

“Oh please,” she begged. “Lucus, please…”

He shoved all the way into her… in one glorious, beautiful thrust. It filled Melody totally and completely. Sent her mind reeling with pleasure, spinning to the edges of delirium and ecstasy.

OH GOD…

He began thrusting; long, deep strokes that stretched her to wonderful new limits. His arms held her pinned before him, his hands guiding her body back and forth against the full length of his cock. Melody’s eyes rolled back in gratification. A steady grunting noise issued from the back of her throat.

“You’re so hot inside,” he said, screwing himself against her. “So hot and so wet…”

Her arms were locked, her legs bent at the knees. For a while she fucked back against him, wildly, as if daring him to take her deeper. In the end though, the raw pleasure was just too much. Melody surrendered, collapsing forward into the softness of the straw bed. She focused only on breathing, and on the exquisite sensation of Lucus’s strong, lean body slamming itself home, very deep, way up near the entrance to her womb.

He fucked like an animal. One full of angst, and pent-up frustration. He continued pounding away, using her body purely for his own pleasure, and the harder he gave it the harder Melody was determined to take.

In other words she absolutely loved it.