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As Erik came within reach, Trixie swung her arms and fists against his body. They were ineffectual against his muscles. Erik may as well have been stone against her blows. She tried to scratch his face, but he caught her wrists each time and used them to turn her body around, forcing Trixie onto her back beneath him. She was powerless to resist him. He immobilized both of her hands above her head, which still left one of his hands free. Erik pinned her legs under his own and pulled her panties down unceremoniously.
Trixie was more sweaty than slippery, but that wasn’t going to stop him. She clenched her teeth as he plunged a finger up her slit. She was moist in moments as he stirred his finger inside her cunny. Erik used the same hand to undo his shorts and push them down past his waist. His enormous prick sprang out between their bodies and slapped her belly with its weight. He pushed her legs apart and kept them open with his body.
Erik wasn’t in a mood to play around anymore. He grabbed his horse cock and drove it up her gash, distending Trixie’s nethers to make room for his formidable width. Her eyes burst open with the size of him. Unlike normal, she didn’t accommodate him quickly. Trixie's whole body was a tense muscle after their climb. Erik groaned with approval at the tightness of her cunt.
This was everything Trixie wanted. Erik was devoid of the usual sensitivity that defined their hook-ups. He was taking his pleasure whether she did or not. Trixie caught up several strokes later, but Erik refused to release her hands, even after she tried to pull them free. Trixie moved her hips in rhythm to his own, letting him know that she would be more cooperative. He was having none of it. Good, she thought, Erik was getting the hang of this. He withdrew when he was ready to do so, flipped Trixie onto her knees, and rammed into her pussy from behind.
Trixie braced her hands against the cave wall as he drove against the back of her cave. She pushed back at the same time to take up his length, but then Erik grabbed her hips and held them in place. He plowed her spacious breach more rapidly after that. They were fucking on his terms now.
Trixie didn’t know when it started, but her biggest release was all cued up and ready to explode like a torrent. There had been no warning, no signs of impending detonation, no spreading warmth in her nethers. She was ready right now, on the verge of squirting like a geyser under pressure. Nobody had ever taken her so selfishly before, or while she was so tired. Trixie was lucid as the orgasm crashed down on her body and blew back at Erik, splashing him with every thrust.
For the first time, Trixie rode the heat of her release instead of being overwhelmed by it. No blackout. No blurring. She hollered her approval with a voice that originated from deep within her core. Nobody could hear her out here in the wilderness except for Erik, but he was all that mattered. He ravaged her cunny like a conquering warrior, pillaging her body for every drop of nectar it could spill. True to the Brandt name, Erik was the fire that cleared. Her thoughts were crystal clear. This is what she had been missing and it was amazing.
Erik grabbed a handful of Trixie’s hair next and pulled her up, causing him to slip out of her mound. She turned around at his bidding to find him stroking himself. Trixie understood perfectly. He wanted her mouth around him and she was more than happy to oblige, but wouldn’t go down willingly. She wanted Erik to force her mouth there. Trixie wanted to be taken to his cock and made to give service without being asked. She needn’t have worried. He lowered her head to his organ and Trixie took up the stem.
They both wanted this and there was no point in hiding it anymore. Erik had given her something no other man had ever done. The presence of mind to take ownership of her entire release, without disappearing. That was worth a little worship.
Trixie took up all she could and stroked his length with both hands. He was close and she wanted to finish him. He throbbed mightily in her grip and shot out of himself, frothing and spuming as he howled, overcome by his own repressed animal instincts. Trixie took a breath to admire her Viking as he burbled forth. He finally slowed to a trickle, but only when she let up on him.
Erik collapsed against the nearest cavern wall, utterly spent. The ground was hard and rocky, but he didn’t care. Trixie fell on top him and spread herself across his broad chest, inhaling the heady scent of their commingled lust. He placed an arm around her heavily.
“According to certain pagan traditions as witnessed by the forest," Trixie started, "you just made me your wife.”
“I don’t even know where to begin Trixie. Never… in all my life… has it felt that good. It was so primal. Does that make me a bad person?”
Trixie propped her head up to connect with him more meaningfully.
“Not at all. Nor am I an awful person for loving how helpless you made me feel. I might be out of commission for a while, but that’s to be expected. Better to get it out of our system with somebody we trust. Just tell me we don’t have to climb back down this mountain today.”
“No. I’ll cook us a haunch of beef over a fire tonight and then we’ll repel down tomorrow.”
Trixie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was her daydream uncannily made manifest.
“If you wear animal skins while cooking I may have to turn this cave into our home.”
Erik laughed at that. “Your body is going to be even more sore tomorrow than it is now, and that was before I had my way with you.”
“Worth it.”
“You say that now. You’re going to need a professional masseuse when we get back to the city, but I have that covered as well.”
“Oh?” Trixie asked, suddenly wary of surprises, “What do you have in mind?”
“I hired a masseuse to work at Bare All Fitness last week. Real decent guy. New in town and very qualified. Vanessa thinks
he's great. If we're lucky, maybe she'll find some happiness there.”
Trixie felt her insides tighten into a knot.
“Does this guy have a name?”
“Cy, short for Cyril. Cyril Foley.”
The End
