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The feel of his strength and hot sweaty skin broke through her trauma and woke other chemicals. Her body gradually relaxed as his large hand moved up and down her back.
“I got you baby. We’re fine.” His hand slid over her butt on one of his passes and squeezed gently. “You did so fucking awesome.”
Her clit went to instantly throbbing at thefuckingword while his hand continued to squeeze her butt.
“You ready for the next part of the ceremony?”
She realized she wasn’t sure what that was and looked up at him. “What’s next?” She wouldn’t ask if it was the sex even though that’s what she silently prayed he’d say.
“We dismember our friend and divide up the spoils.” He looked down at her and chuckled. “You don’t like that, I see.”
“I just…have a hard time with these connections. Monsters and childhood animal friends and dismembering and dividing up spoils. And weddings.”
“We believe in honoring our animals that provide us food and ceremonial gifts.”
She still didn’t like it. “Remind me to never be your pet.”
He fixed a smile on her. “I don’t kill my pets.”
She eyed him. “Unless you’re hungry?”
He shook his head. “No,” he said easily. “I can live off of plants.”
She balked at that. “Then why not just…wrangle a bush instead of all this?” She closed her eyes, realizing. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to…shit on your gruesome ritual. I’m still shaken.”
He kissed her until her hormonal world was re-grounded and she was apologizing on repeat. And then moaning. And forgetting about injuries until he hissed in her mouth and reminded her of the other reality. “I think I’m going to hate alligators after this,” she mumbled around his hungry mouth.
He smiled and pulled back. “Why?”
She eyed him and rolled her eyes. “I’ll never speak it out loud.”
His laughter rang out. “You don’t have to baby. I already know why.” He proved his knowledge with a tight grip on her pussy through her jeans. “I bet your so fucking wet right now even while scared and pissed. Maybe you want to dismember Monseur Bouchee yourself?”
“Can’t we just…offer him to the hungry animals in the wild?”
He laughed as he kissed her while managing to stimulate her clit through the thick material. “To hell with romantic alligator rituals?”
“Well…”
He suddenly lifted her in his arms, and she held on to his neck. “I guess I can dismember him later. Carve out our wedding jewelry from his teeth and bones and make an alligator pouch for all of them…after?”
She gave a light gasp, looking at him. “You’re making our wedding jewelry out of poor Monseur Bouchee?”
She smiled at his big, beautiful laugh, liking when she brought those. “You don’t want that?” he asked, like he might be devastated.
“Of course I do! I’m just being difficult.”
He went serious and kissed her again. “You ready to become one before God?”
She stared at his mouth then looked in his eyes. “If that’s…the fucking part, then yes.”
She giggled at his big laugh and how he kissed her with loud hungry sounds. “Faisons l’amour.”
She kissed him back as he walked with her. “Makelove,” she said, feigning distaste. “You mean allon baiser?”
His laughter burst out. “I forgot you know French.” He stood her at the ladder leading up the tree. “Yes, allonbasier. Let’s gofuck.”
She smiled at how his voice roughened and imitated him with a little growl, getting his devouring mouth as a reward.
