Page 46 of Many Ruined Vows on a Forbidden Frolic

I cannot keep my eyes open any longer. The moment they droop closed, my other senses take over, everything heightened by the pollen. The cool night air tickles every follicle on my skin. The sound of the grove, teeming with playful lovers, delights my eardrums.

Pikr’s cock twitches inside me, and my every synapse fires shockwaves of pleasure all the way to the tips of my toes, which curl as my hips take on a rhythm.

“Perfection. Every inch of you, Princess. I love the way you use me.” Pikr drips honey-sweet words that sprinkle my skin like flecks of pollen. “I was made for you. Do you feel that?”

“I do.” It’s a truth I feel to my very core. Hearing him say it while his cock burrows deeper inside my body lights up my brain with pastel flames. “I was made for you, too.”

“Yes, you were, my dear Blossom.” He grunts, and I feel him carve his way deeper into my channel. “Look how well you take me.”

I lift my neck, peering down as instructed. He’s forged deeper than I thought was possible this time around. There’s still about a hand’s length until the thick ring that circles him three-quarters of the way up, separating the fleshy pink and the dark gray of his shaft, but that means a good five to six inches are buried inside my pussy. Considering his girth, it’s an impressive amount, and I preen.

“See, little Witch? Nothing to worry about. We’ll break you in with no trouble.”

I feel myself devolving past the point of forming words, but I fear letting him down. My teeth chatter as I ask, “Does it feel good?”

“Oh, sweet Petal,” Pikr groans. His voice sounds as if it were dragged from the fires of the forge. “You have no idea. You hug my cock so perfectly. The way your hot cunt flutters over my flesh, I’m moments away from rounding your belly with seed.”

“Ohh!” I gasp.

Cupping my breasts, I brush my thumbs over my aching nipples, sending a crackle of bliss straight to my pussy. I feel my inner walls clench around him, and he looses a strangled groan.

“Yes, Blossom, just like that,” he grinds out. “Your body is so responsive. Try pinching your nipples, my love.”

I do, and white-hot bliss seizes control of my consciousness. My cries fill the night air, and like a pack of werewolves, a distant chorus of lusty frolickers joins in.

“So—unff—good,” Pikr grunts.

His cock retreats, then thrusts deeper than before. My walls begin to flutter, and this time they do not stop. I keep pressure on my nipples as a wave crests over me.

“Pikr!” I cry his name as my vision blanks. My body stops responding to my commands, going stiff all over as my pussy fists him in convulsions.

“That’s it, Blossom. Milk my cock. I’m going to fill you with seed.”

He rambles more sweet, filthy whispers, and a flood of warmth erupts through my channel like a burst dam. His cock flexes against my upper wall, hitting a spot that makes me twitch and squeal with pleasure.

Waves of cum fill me, spurting to the rhythm of my own orgasm. We are in perfect sync.

Perfectly one.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Loreleivnna

The flashing light behind my eyelids slowly fades, but my body is still twitching when his stream finally slows to a dribble. Strange noises continue seeping from my lips as Pikr’s hooves clatter to either side of my head. He steps back, slowly. A waterfall of cum gushes from my used pussy following his departure, and I moan at the waves of liquid that surge for the exit, my belly rippling.

“You did so well, little mouse. Incredible.” Pikr lowers to the ground next to the stump where I lay, my muscles still twitching. With two steady hands under my arms, he hoists me back against his side, and I snuggle against his chest. “How do you feel?”

“Like a nodding snowdrop.” My lower abdomen contracts, and another glob of sticky seed plops into the mess between my legs to run down the side of the tree stump.

Pikr chuckles. “We’ll rest here until you’re able to move. Are you sore?”

I consider the question. My pussy feels worked from the inside out, but no soreness has set in yet. My nipples feel a little tingly from my harsh treatment, but the sensation is withering down, and I’m sure it won’t last.

“No, I’m fine.” I tilt my head on his shoulder to meet his gaze, which looks as dreamy as I feel. “How did you know of this place?”

“I helped carve it down with my father. Aevumoon Iris pith mixes easily with most metals, and holds enchantments like no other material, even gemstones.”

“Yet another incredible use of the Nocturn Aevumdivus’s gift,” I chuckle. “Why don’t more Aevumoon Irises get chopped down?”