and feel the power surge into your cunt."
His words caused me to squirm, and I wasted no time with sitting on the cock that taught me how to live through the pain.
"Yes," he moaned, hands cupping around my breasts, fingers teasing my nipples. "It is yours. Control it. Use it to come, baby.”
He spanked my cheek and waited for my ride.
My breath quickened. The rush of air caused a dizzying sensation. I fell forward and held onto his chest. He was so strong, so manly and ready for anything. God, why didn't I know of his existence sooner? We could have grown up together and faced our problems as a group. But because of our families, this time was all we had. The present was everything, and I wasn't going to waste it.
I was going to let him shoot his load inside me. I was going to feel every last drop. I didn't know what would happen months down the line, but I did know one thing. His baby… our baby, would change our families' minds. At least, I hoped it would.
I ground my pussy forward and back, letting my hair fly against the cold wind. I closed my eyes and raised my chin, proud of what was happening.
"You are wild. You are a fucking goddess," he cooed.
"I am," I said, smiling when the realization hit. "Yes, I am a goddess. I am free."
"Only with me can you be free," he said. "And we will have everything because of your trust."
"Oh… fuuuck."
The pleasure ripped through me, whipping through my heart like a soul tossed out into eternity. I was thrown into a bottomless ocean of come and ecstasy, wetness all around me, heat all around me, fire and ice through my mind's eye.
I rocked back and laughed, trying to hold on to reality, but it was near impossible to hold on to anything. I seemed to float into the heavens and fly above the cliff near the Great Divide, witnessing the lights of the city turn on, one by one. The sun rose, and I could see everything much clearer. Yes, it was the city I grew up in. There was still so much life happening, despite the dangers of collapse. I soared on until I felt my mother's grace enter my heart, and I swore I heard her whisper, "You are on the right path."
A tear fell from my eye as another round of paralyzing pleasure forced me back onto his lap and hands. There was nothing but us now, and that was okay because I knew that whatever came next would be important to the journey we had just started.
His cock pulsed inside of me, crown swelling to an unnatural degree. I rocked my ass back and held my pussy over him, and his grunts grew to a solid howl. His head came down and we kissed. That's when he gave himself to me.
He sprayed the inside of my walls and forced his hips up and back abruptly. His muscles grew tight and he let out sighs of deep pleasure and need. Over and over again, he lost himself, and I was relentless with my hunger for his seed.
He filled me and fell back, breathing in seething gulps of air. I kissed him once more, and he whispered, "We are one."
Our bond was impenetrable now. I truly believed that. There was no pain, only pleasure through understanding.
My pussy was dripping with his love. And somehow, I wanted more.
"Now, you know what I can give to you," he said.
"How?” I whispered and caught my breath. "It felt like I left my body. How did you do that?"
"You did it," he said. "You've been living a life for twenty-three years without allowing yourself pleasure. You’ve made it through the first level, but there’s so much more to know."
"More? Like what?"
"We will talk tomorrow. For now, I just want you close," he said.
We didn't sleep, but I didn't feel one bit tired. The sun was rising in the distance, and I fell into his presence and words of a better tomorrow. He told me that we were destined for something great. I needed to know what that greatness was and what part of me it would come from.
But as we lay cuddling and laughing ecstatically over finding something new and true, a crack rang out through the forest, followed by a series of harsh cries. It was my father and his, the trapper Lucian thought he’d killed.
Lucian
My mind was fucking racing.
"He can't be alive. I broke him. He was immobile when we left the cabin," I said.
More cries followed. My brother and my father. Her dad. There was a war going on between both sides of the Great Divide, and it was beckoning us back. I wanted nothing more than to be able to leave these dark and dreary woods, but I wasn't able to. I had a duty to perform. I had to end the family conflict before another innocent person got hurt.