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The demon's voice dissipates, replaced by the chorus of crickets that begin to sing through the open window of my bedchamber. My hand is still over my throbbing sex, the pads of my fingers pressing firmly against my clit. I’m still short of breath, but I force myself to breathe through my nose to keep silent, my chest rising and falling dramatically from the effort.

As I was finally about to catch my breath, three heavy wraps against my door stills the air in my lungs. My eyes strain in the darkness, training themselves on the wooden door as a muffled voice calls out from the other side.

“My lady,” Goren’s muffled voice is dripping with concern, “may I come in?”

Cursing, I quickly give myself a once over, musing the decision to throw the sheets over myself. My skin still tingles from the activities prior, I had yet to fully satisfy myself, and now I have to consider the possibility that Goren could have been hearing me the entire time… 

An idea suddenly pops into my head.

“Come in.” I call, keeping the sheets right where they were. Goren ducks down a little to fit through the door, his hulking figure shading me from the warm light coming from the hallway. He closes the door behind him before taking a couple timid steps towards my bed.

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” he starts, I could barely read his expression in the darkness, “but I could have sworn I heard you speaking earlier.”

“Were you hovering by my door, Goren?” The question was meant to be a tease, but it came out somewhat defensive, as I was still a bit on edge from almost being caught conversing with the fiend that lives in his ruby encrusted dagger. “No, I was simply thinking out loud.” I finally respond in the most convincing, casual voice I could muster. It was hard lying to a goliath, the rumors say that his race could smell emotion. I’d never asked Goren, but there were times when it seemed like the rumor was true, especially when I tried to lie to him. This time, though, my bodyguard accepted my lie and sighed, shoulders slumping as his concern begins to melt away.

“My apologies, Lady Bastien,” he bows his head, a formality that was now loosely enforced after the events back at the camp. “I could not sleep, so I came to check on yo—” his eyes finally land on my disheveled form.

“Is something the matter?” I ask, fighting a smirk. In the dark, I can see his body tense. He became uncharacteristically still, and I could tell his eyes were scanning my body. Goliaths and their impeccable vision, it made them good hunters. Then, a sniff followed by a soft growl. It was taking all the man’s strength to keep his composure. I had to fight a grin, reveling in the fact that I can drive him crazy with just my scent.

“Was I interrupting something?” He was trying not to sound strained, but I caught the shift in tone, hands flexing at his sides as he fought the urge to get any closer. I tilt my head and give him a wry smile, pulling the sheets back further to reveal the mess I’ve begun to make on the cotton. His breath catches in his throat once again, and I have to fight the urge to chuckle. 

“Come closer,” I whisper, “see for yourself.” I press my finger into the sensitive nub and shiver, heated rods of pleasure shooting up my spine. My body was growing impatient, the need for release was becoming too unbearable. I think Goren could sense that in me, because he closed the distance in just a few wide steps and was now standing at the foot of my bed. I watched as his hand traveled to his pants, then I heard a huff.

“Finish.” was the only thing he said to me, it was like there was magic in his words the way it made my legs tense and breath halt. My hand, like it had a mind of its own, started to move. My hips start to buck under my fingers, my arousal crying out in my gut as I stimulate the bundle of nerves in between my legs. I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning too loud, but a few whimpers manage to escape clenched teeth. I look to Goren, who already had his cock in his hands, stroking slowly while his eyes were fixed on my barely concealed body.

Parting my lips, I let out a soft moan, and a growl bubbles in his chest. I can see his shoulders tighten with effort as he strokes himself at an agonizing pace, like he was teasing himself. A smirk dances across my lips, then I throw my head back to moan out again, louder this time. Goren’s breath quickens, my fingers match the pace, and I’m now panting with him. I feel something in the bottom of my stomach grow taut, and I’m suddenly less confident that I'll be able to keep my voice down when my orgasm finally consumes me. I didn’t care, though, I’ve been aching for release since that fiend moved my hands against my will. Now it’s my own desperation and need that keep my fingers dancing, and the sound of Goren’s soft groans that have my toes curling.

With a final, quiet cry, liquid spills out from me and my hips buck wildly. I whimper as I continue to move my now soaked fingers in rapid circles against my clit, milking out the last remnants of pleasure before pulling away and letting my arm fall limp at my side.

A few seconds later, and something warm and wet startles me out of my pleasure filled haze. I open my mouth to cry out, but Goren’s hand is lightning fast and covers it before I could alert our host. My hips buck wildly against his tongue, his arm comes up to wrap itself around my thigh and keep me in place. I can do nothing but writhe under his grip, each lap and suck sending me over and over and over again until a giant stain covers my sheets. I was in tears by the end of it, my body twitching and my breath hollow, then Goren stands back up.

Both hands were now keeping my thighs apart, I lift my head to catch him gyrating his hips slightly to align himself to my hole. My gaze find his, and I watch his strained expression as he slowly pushes himself inside me. A long groan escapes his gritted teeth, while a weak cry leaves my lips.

The seconds it took to adjust to his size felt like agony, my patience was growing thin and if he didn’t move his hips right fucking now, I’d lose it. With a whine, I buck my hips against his, a nonverbal plea. His lips curl into a smirk, amused at my desperation, but grants my silent request by pulling out completely and filling me back up in one hard thrust. I gasp then choke out a moan, my back arching off the bed from how deep he went. He repeats the motion a few more times, each time he stops at the hilt and just takes in my expression as it twists into pleasure.

At some point, he had me on my side, one of my legs hand been hooked over his arm, pinning me in a position that made it easier for him to drive his cock into me. His fingers in my mouth muffled the cries that dared to come out.

“I’m coming,” Goren growls as he digs his fingers into my hip. I only had the strength to whimper and claw at the bed as I felt my orgasm take me. I writhed and thrashed and cried into his hand. The few times I’d push him out and liquid would wet the bed, he’d push himself back in and keep going. 

One final rut had him near collapse, ribbons of his seed coat my walls as a strangled groan escapes his lips. The sensation had me arching my back and moaning loudly into his hand, I had nowhere to go with his arm still holding my leg up. He finally unpins me from the position and falls into the bed behind me, pulling me in his embrace.

The demon's voice dissipates, replaced by the chorus of crickets that begin to sing through the open window of my bedchamber. My hand is still over my throbbing sex, the pads of my fingers pressing firmly against my clit. I’m still short of breath, but I force myself to breathe through my nose to keep silent, my chest rising and falling dramatically from the effort.

As I was finally about to catch my breath, three heavy wraps against my door stills the air in my lungs. My eyes strain in the darkness, training themselves on the wooden door as a muffled voice calls out from the other side.

“My lady,” Goren’s muffled voice is dripping with concern, “may I come in?”

Cursing, I quickly give myself a once over, musing the decision to throw the sheets over myself. My skin still tingles from the activities prior, I had yet to fully satisfy myself, and now I have to consider the possibility that Goren could have been hearing me the entire time… 

An idea suddenly pops into my head.

“Come in.” I call, keeping the sheets right where they were. Goren ducks down a little to fit through the door, his hulking figure shading me from the warm light coming from the hallway. He closes the door behind him before taking a couple timid steps towards my bed.

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” he starts, I could barely read his expression in the darkness, “but I could have sworn I heard you speaking earlier.”

“Were you hovering by my door, Goren?” The question was meant to be a tease, but it came out somewhat defensive, as I was still a bit on edge from almost being caught conversing with the fiend that lives in his ruby encrusted dagger. “No, I was simply thinking out loud.” I finally respond in the most convincing, casual voice I could muster. It was hard lying to a goliath, the rumors say that his race could smell emotion. I’d never asked Goren, but there were times when it seemed like the rumor was true, especially when I tried to lie to him. This time, though, my bodyguard accepted my lie and sighed, shoulders slumping as his concern begins to melt away.

“My apologies, Lady Bastien,” he bows his head, a formality that was now loosely enforced after the events back at the camp. “I could not sleep, so I came to check on yo—” his eyes finally land on my disheveled form.

“Is something the matter?” I ask, fighting a smirk. In the dark, I can see his body tense. He became uncharacteristically still, and I could tell his eyes were scanning my body. Goliaths and their impeccable vision, it made them good hunters. Then, a sniff followed by a soft growl. It was taking all the man’s strength to keep his composure. I had to fight a grin, reveling in the fact that I can drive him crazy with just my scent.

“Was I interrupting something?” He was trying not to sound strained, but I caught the shift in tone, hands flexing at his sides as he fought the urge to get any closer. I tilt my head and give him a wry smile, pulling the sheets back further to reveal the mess I’ve begun to make on the cotton. His breath catches in his throat once again, and I have to fight the urge to chuckle. 

“Come closer,” I whisper, “see for yourself.” I press my finger into the sensitive nub and shiver, heated rods of pleasure shooting up my spine. My body was growing impatient, the need for release was becoming too unbearable. I think Goren could sense that in me, because he closed the distance in just a few wide steps and was now standing at the foot of my bed. I watched as his hand traveled to his pants, then I heard a huff.

“Finish.” was the only thing he said to me, it was like there was magic in his words the way it made my legs tense and breath halt. My hand, like it had a mind of its own, started to move. My hips start to buck under my fingers, my arousal crying out in my gut as I stimulate the bundle of nerves in between my legs. I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning too loud, but a few whimpers manage to escape clenched teeth. I look to Goren, who already had his cock in his hands, stroking slowly while his eyes were fixed on my barely concealed body.

Parting my lips, I let out a soft moan, and a growl bubbles in his chest. I can see his shoulders tighten with effort as he strokes himself at an agonizing pace, like he was teasing himself. A smirk dances across my lips, then I throw my head back to moan out again, louder this time. Goren’s breath quickens, my fingers match the pace, and I’m now panting with him. I feel something in the bottom of my stomach grow taut, and I’m suddenly less confident that I'll be able to keep my voice down when my orgasm finally consumes me. I didn’t care, though, I’ve been aching for release since that fiend moved my hands against my will. Now it’s my own desperation and need that keep my fingers dancing, and the sound of Goren’s soft groans that have my toes curling.

With a final, quiet cry, liquid spills out from me and my hips buck wildly. I whimper as I continue to move my now soaked fingers in rapid circles against my clit, milking out the last remnants of pleasure before pulling away and letting my arm fall limp at my side.

A few seconds later, and something warm and wet startles me out of my pleasure filled haze. I open my mouth to cry out, but Goren’s hand is lightning fast and covers it before I could alert our host. My hips buck wildly against his tongue, his arm comes up to wrap itself around my thigh and keep me in place. I can do nothing but writhe under his grip, each lap and suck sending me over and over and over again until a giant stain covers my sheets. I was in tears by the end of it, my body twitching and my breath hollow, then Goren stands back up.

Both hands were now keeping my thighs apart, I lift my head to catch him gyrating his hips slightly to align himself to my hole. My gaze find his, and I watch his strained expression as he slowly pushes himself inside me. A long groan escapes his gritted teeth, while a weak cry leaves my lips.

The seconds it took to adjust to his size felt like agony, my patience was growing thin and if he didn’t move his hips right fucking now, I’d lose it. With a whine, I buck my hips against his, a nonverbal plea. His lips curl into a smirk, amused at my desperation, but grants my silent request by pulling out completely and filling me back up in one hard thrust. I gasp then choke out a moan, my back arching off the bed from how deep he went. He repeats the motion a few more times, each time he stops at the hilt and just takes in my expression as it twists into pleasure.

At some point, he had me on my side, one of my legs hand been hooked over his arm, pinning me in a position that made it easier for him to drive his cock into me. His fingers in my mouth muffled the cries that dared to come out.

“I’m coming,” Goren growls as he digs his fingers into my hip. I only had the strength to whimper and claw at the bed as I felt my orgasm take me. I writhed and thrashed and cried into his hand. The few times I’d push him out and liquid would wet the bed, he’d push himself back in and keep going. 

One final rut had him near collapse, ribbons of his seed coat my walls as a strangled groan escapes his lips. The sensation had me arching my back and moaning loudly into his hand, I had nowhere to go with his arm still holding my leg up. He finally unpins me from the position and falls into the bed behind me, pulling me in his embrace.

Your feet were like fire as you stormed out of the cave mouth and towards the dias, a plate of hot food steady in your hand.

“Bebo, viente,” You call to him once you reach the bottom, but get not response. Sucking your teeth, you crane your neck to look over his hunched form, but the width of his shoulders block almost everything. Heaving a frustrated sigh, you walk around the dias to face him and call out, “Lyla, can we have a minute?”

The AI assistant and mutant jump in unison, then swing their heads around to face you. Miguel’s fangs were out, and his mouth was twisted in a snarl. Previously frustrated by something, no doubt. Lyla, on the other hand, began to shrink away in guilt like she’d gotten caught provoking the giant. You didn’t care to ask, only smirked at her as she disappeared into the virtual ether.

Miguel begins stepping down from the dias, shoulders slumping a bit as he closes the distance. His towering form greets you and leans over to plant a kiss atop your head. You huff, almost shoving the plate in his hands.

“Cabron, you’re annoying as hell,” you began before Miguel got to open his mouth, finger already jabbed into his chest, “first, I tried to ping you, tell you food was ready. But no, you don’t even acknowledge that, and I know Lyla read my message out to you!”

Lyla from a distant comm replies, “I did! Many times!”

“Many times!” You repeat, “Then, I sent people down here to tell you that food was ready. I sent Ben down here, and what did you do? You fucking made him cry! Why did you do that?”

All the mutant could do was blink in stunned silence as he listened to your rant. The only response he gives you was some blubbering, “Pero, mi nena, I—”

“Save it,” you hold a hand up, “I was trying to be nice and play housewife on my day off, but it seems that your work is more important than my cooking.” There was a pout lining her speech.

Miguel notices the shift in tone and immediately melts on top of you, pulling you into a one-armed embrace.

“I’m so sorry, mi beba,” he mutters into your hair, tightening his grip a little, “this is an important case I had to take care of.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” You cut him off, head shooting up to glare at him, “You made me wait almost an hour!”

“Okay, that’s on me, I’ll admit. But, I’m done now, and you have me all to yourself.” You feel a hand slide down your waist as he spoke, “I can make it up to you.”

“How the hell will you do that?” You reach around to swat his hands away, but his next words stop you in your tracks.

“I could eat you out.” The superhero’s words grant him a hard smack to the chest that has him quickly rebalancing his plate, “Ay, mi nena, don’t be like that.” He sets his plate down on a nearby work bench and pulls you in for a proper embrace, “When’s the last time I made you squirt, hm?”

“Stop, I’m not in the mood,” you start to pull away from his arms, but his grip remains firm around your waist. With a huff, you cross your arms against your chest to get as much distance as possible between you and the spider-man.

“I can change that,” he replies, hands lowering to her ass.

You scoff, “oh really? Like I’ll fall for it.”

“You can’t resist me, beba, we both know this.” Miguel’s words became like honey at that moment, then his hands find purchase around your thighs, and you feel yourself being hoisted up. You yelp, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. Your vision is temporarily blocked, but you could feel the low chuckle rumble within his chest.

You smack his chest lightly with a pout, “Not funny!” Your eyes look everywhere but up into your lover’s, cheeks growing hot with embarrassment.

Miguel nudges your temple in an attempt to get you to look up at him. When you don’t budge, he parts his lips to let out a soft growl, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand and your head to jerk up and face your boyfriend.

“You know I’m good for it, beba,” you had trouble looking into his eyes, but for different reasons now. It was like a cloud of lust was cast over is eyes, his lids were hooded, and his gaze was no longer on yours. You cursed under your breath, forgetting about the slip dress you’d hastily donned before coming down here, braless and pressed against Miguel’s chest, presenting ample cleavage to him. You could almost see the bead of saliva start to form at the corner of his lips.

“You’ve been down here by yourself for too long,” you huff but relax into his arms, surrendering yourself a little to the giant male. “Let’s go home and—” You were cut off by teeth grazing the side of your neck, forcing a shuddering breath to escape your lips. You were no longer able to utter another word as his tongue pokes out and laps at the sensitive flesh caught in his jaws. All you could do was release another shuddered breath and finally melt into his embrace.

“That’s my good girl,” you feel his lips form the words against your skin, then he picks a spot to suck on gently while his hands begin to explore your body. He cups the underside of your ass as he bites a hickey into your flesh, your moan echoes throughout the cave.

“Bebo, please,” you whine, tilting your head back a bit to invite him in, “Let’s go somewhere more private—”

“Can’t wait,” He grumbles, arms tightening around so much that you can feel the rising bulge pressing up against your navel. You curse under your breath, straining your gaze to catch a glimpse of your dress having been hiked up by said bulge.

You curse again and look back into his lust stricken gaze, “Work bench,” you say, eyes darting towards the steel table behind him. His hulking form turns to acknowledge it before swinging you around like a rag doll and settling you down on top of its metal surface. You hiss as the cold steel stings your bare thighs.

He doesn’t lean in to kiss you, nor does spare another glance your way before dropping to his knees, irises now glowing red and fixated on your exposed sex. You knew that it was easier to accept your fate when he got like this. So, leaning back against your forearms, your fingertips slowly curl into the light fabric of your dress. A gentle tug was all you needed to expose the rest and earn a growl of approval from the beast.

You bite back a moan as Miguel’s hot breath is like silk against your sex. Your legs moved like they had a mind of their own, spreading a little wider and giving more access to the man before you. The first contact between his tongue and your clit was like lightning, your hips buck up and lips part in a soft gasp. He gives you a few seconds to relax before poking his hot tongue back out to lap slow and sensual circles around your clit, a satisfied groan rumbles deep in his chest as the taste of your essence coats his tongue.

“Please,” you manage to get out between moans, “don’t fucking tease me.” No verbal response from the beast, only a quickened pace of his tongue. You buck your hips once more and gasp loudly, white-hot rods of pleasure shoot up your spine and spread throughout your body. Miguel has to grab hold of your thighs to keep your hips still while you writhe under him, but his tongue remains merciless, lapping up the glistening pearl between your legs. You had no choice but to take all of what he’s giving you and then some.

A mixture of your hips bucking against his ever tightening grip and the fast lapping of his tongue had you almost wailing out. You saw sparks in your vision and at this moment, you had no control over your body; your moans barely sounded like your own, they came out almost like a growl, something you’ve heard your lover do many times. Miguel’s only response was to flick his tongue faster against your clit, silently encouraging more of those primal sounds from you. It was maddening how good he was at making you scream, how easy it was to make your back arch off the table and make your thighs clench tight around his head. 

Your orgasm came in waves, first your toes begin to curl, then your hips start to shake and buck uncontrollably. With a final gasping cry, your back forms a deep arch off the cool surface, and you release all over his mouth and chin, a puddle forming beneath the both of you. But, his tongue doesn’t stop, you realize, and the pressure begins to build up a second time. You couldn’t brace yourself fast enough for the second orgasm, and he didn’t stop until the puddle became a pool, and you lay limp on top of the warmed steel.

Your eyes were glazed over, the only sound that could be heard throughout the cave were the sound of your whimpers. Miguel stood, the lower half of his suit dissolving as his hands grab your thighs once more. You feel something softly plop against your navel, looking down you notice your lover’s lower half naked and his erect cock pointing at you, precum slowly dripping out of its angry red tip and creating a small pool on your skin. It twitched in response as his eyes finally landed on you, gaze scanning your half exposed body and drinking it all in.

“Que buena eres,” the mutant’s voice comes out hoarse and breathy, your response was a whine and another buck of your hips. You were weak, and your desire left you hot and desperate for more, you wanted nothing more than to be broken over and over again on this table. Taking this as a sign to waste no more of your time, he grabs your hips and pushes himself past your folds. Yours and Miguel’s combined moans fill the cave, the warmth encasing him nearly making him crumble where he stood.

“Fuck,” he hisses, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your waist, “tell me when to move, beba.”

“Move!” You breathe as your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper inside your heat. With a growl, he pries your legs back apart, bringing them to rest on his shoulders instead. His hips begin to move, a moderate pace that had you moaning softly, but it wasn’t enough. You watch Miguel’s brows push together as he struggles to keep his pace without hurting you. You grab his hand and bring it up to your throat, a silent message giving him your consent to let go.

He takes it gratefully, hand wrapping around your neck tight, but not enough to cut off your breathing. His hips gradually pick up in pace, his glowing eyes were trained on yours as the force of his thrusts nearly knocks over the table. This only encourages him though, hands gripping your thighs even tighter as his thrusts become erratic. The force of it all brought tears to your eyes, your mouth hung open as moans and cries just fell out. You were a pathetic mess under the mutant, the previous orgasms rendering you useless against his strength.

He only stopped when your cunt pushed him out and a steady stream of clear liquid hits his crotch. You were crying and writhing against his grip as your orgasm consumed your entire body. He barely gives you time to feel the pleasure before sliding back in with the same ferocity as before, hands now gripped around your calves. He spreads your legs wide so he could get a good view of your limp and sweaty body, lips parting in a snarl as his pace once again quickens so much that the pattern of his thrusts become erratic. Miguel loses himself in the pleasure, growls and grunts being the main sounds that fill the room. Your whimpers can’t even be heard over the sound of skin slapping against one another.

Finally, you feel his hips stutter and look up to see his face contorted in pure ecstasy. For a second, you could feel Miguel’s entire body tense, and then hot ribbons of cum coat your walls. You sigh out as your lover leans over and rests his upper half atop you, arms now wrapped tight around your waist. He sighs against your neck, leaving soft pecks on damp flesh. For a while, you both lay like this and catch your breath.

Then, Miguel stands straight again, his suite once again fully intact, “I’d clean you up, but I don’t have any supplies here,” He says sheepishly, “I could carry you back to the house if you want.”

“You know what,” you wave your hand lazily, “it’s the least you could do for making me wait an hour.”

“What, my dick wasn’t enough?” Miguel quickly ducks as a foreign object came flying at him, “Alright, alright, come here.” He chuckles, scooping your weak body into his arms. As he walks into the cave mouth, he pulls you in a little closer to whisper, “So… You think you’ll be up for round two when we get home?”