I’ll have bruises there, too.
My blush spread to the tips of my ears at the thought.
“Hard and fast, Ell,” he whispered as he notched the head of his cock at my entrance. I felt my cunt clench, trying to draw him into my body, and he groaned at the sensation. In one solid move that had me screaming with the stretch and small bite of pain, Torin thrust himself completely inside me, seating himself to the hilt.
“Breathe, Ell. Breathe,” he soothed as he rubbed circles on my back. Faster than I would have thought possible, I acclimated to the intrusion and my pussy relaxed fully, allowing Torin to sink an inch deeper.
He groaned deeply before drawing himself out all the way. He paused for a moment, likely admiring the sight of his erection coated with my arousal, before thrusting back inside. My body jolted with the movement, my breasts, knees, and arms scraping against the hard ground as Torin pumped in and out of me with wild abandon.
His animalistic groans of pleasure, my soft mewls of the same, and our mixed heavy breaths were the only sounds in the entire Dreamscape. It felt like we were stealing a slice of it for ourselves, and I relished in the moment of connection with him; each time it felt like our souls, not just our bodies, were joining, and I loved it.
Torin moved his hands from my hips to grip my hair with one and rub my clit with the other. He pulled back on my hair, causing my body to bow even further as my head was tilted back toward him. Torin’s fingers expertly strummed myclit, pushing the need already winding high in my body to an impossible level.
“Come for me, Ellowyn. Come for me so I can follow.” As if his words were a command that I needed to obey, I felt my body tighten and spasm as heat rolled over me, sweat breaking out across my brow and back as I came around him. My pussy fluttered and contracted around Torin’s cock, and I felt his movements grow erratic as he chased his own release. My body slumped as my orgasm finally ended, and the only thing holding me upright was Torin’s hand in my hair and the arm around my belly.
The sky crackled and danced as Torin drew me up so my back was flush with his chest. He panted in my ear as his thrusts hit somewhere deep inside, his balls slapping against my ass with each movement.
“Fuck, Ell, fuck. I—I—” My heart fluttered at what he might confess, but a long groan cut off his statement as I felt his cock twitch inside my cunt, releasing a stream of cum that was sure to leak out and stick to my thighs.
We came down from our highs together, entwined in each other’s bodies, breaths and hearts in sync. Torin slipped from me, and I felt a gush of wetness as the evidence of his release coated both the ground and the inside of my thighs.
“Fuck, I don’t have anything to clean you up with,” he mumbled sheepishly. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
I shrugged my shoulders as I gently pried myself from his hold. I padded to my nightgown and threw it on, uncaring of the cum leaking down my legs.
“I like it,” I admitted, and Torin groaned.
“Don’t. Don’t say that. It’ll make me want to take you again, and Ican’tright now. Unless you come with me?” Torin added hesitantly, hopefully, as he quickly redressed.
“I can’t, Torin,” I said, crossing my arms, eyes darting to look at anything but him. I still saw his hopeful expression dim from the corner of my eye, and that movement almost cracked my resolve. “I can’t because I can do some good here. I’m finally in a position that matters, I havepower. I can do something to help. But not if I leave.”
Admitting out loud what I had planned in my head was a relief.
“There is so much at stake right now. So much is happening, and I feel like Vespera needs someone strong, someone not singularly driven by their own selfish whims.”
Torin nodded quietly, his mouth a thin line.
“I know, Ell. And it’s only going to get worse.”
I frowned. “What do you mean? What is happening?”
“I—” he started, but was interrupted by a faintpopas someone else joined us. I turned and saw Peytor, dressed in a similar fashion as Torin, looking healthier than the last time I’d seen him. A true, radiant smile lit my face, and I was so pleased when Peytor returned the gesture. Though it quickly turned into a shit-eating smirk.
“Hey, sis,” he greeted. “You have something just . . . there”—he pointed to my knees—“and there. And, oh gods, is that . . . please don’t tell me that is what I think it is on your legs.”
My face turned as red as Peytor’s jacket, and he roared in laughter at my embarrassment—even Torin chuckled.
“You know, Peytor. I’m going to say that this is payback for when I walked in on you and Finian.” I called as I tried to wipe away the cum on my thighs. It only made my hands sticky, and I tried to casually wipe them on my nightdress as I turned back to face Torin and Peytor.
Peytor rolled his eyes good-naturedly. I was glad to see that Finian’s name no longer affected him as deeply as before.
I wonder if he’s found a new lover in the rebellion?I hoped so—Peytor deserved love and devotion, more than anyone I knew.
His face sobered as he turned to Torin.
“Is it time?”
Peytor jerked a nod.
