Well, Silas didn’t last an hour on the road. For the first ti, he was learning sothing more about Cupid. Lust.
Lust to Cupid wasn’t just having sex and going without it for days, as normal humans do. No. It was more than that.
The heat hit him like a wall. One mont, they were walking, the forest sounds around them peaceful, the silver thread glowing faintly in his vision. Next, his skin felt too tight, his blood too hot, and his cock so hard it was almost painful against the rough fabric of his school trousers.
’What the fuck?’
Silas stumbled, catching himself against a tree trunk. His breathing ca in ragged gasps. Beside him, Gromda turned, her green eyes widening with concern.
"Mate? What’s wrong?"
"I don’t-" He cut himself off as a wave of pure, animal need crashed through him. His hands trembled. His vision tunneled, focusing on the curve of her hip, the swell of her breasts beneath the fur and vines, the way her thighs pressed together when she walked.
[Status Alert: Ability Sub-Core Activated]
[Cupid Aspect: Lust]
[The nature of your ability is experiencing the world. Lust is not rely desire. It is hunger. It is consumption. Suppressing it will cause physical and ntal strain.
Recomnd: Release.]
"Fuck," Silas breathed, and then he was moving.
He grabbed Gromda by the waist and yanked her behind a massive oak, its trunk wide enough to hide them both from any passing eyes, not as if animals could understand what they would be doing. She let out a surprised grunt as her back hit the bark, but there was no fear in her eyes, only a flicker of confusion that quickly lted into understanding.
"Mate needs-"
"Shut up," he growled and pressed his body against hers.
The height difference was ridiculous. At six-three, Silas was tall by any human standard, but Gromda towered over him at a full seven feet. Even pressed against the tree, she had to look down at him, her green eyes half-lidded, her chest heaving against his face. But that didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to let a little thing like height stop him.
"Open your mouth," he commanded.
Gromda obeyed without hesitation. Her lips parted, revealing sharp canines and a tongue that was longer than any human’s. Silas took a step back, grabbed the waistband of his trousers, and pulled them down just enough to free his cock. It sprang up, hard and aching, the tip already glistening.
"Suck it," he said, wrapping his hand around the base. Her pupils dilated, and her breathing hitched, as Gromda dropped to her knees without hesitation. The forest floor was damp, crawling with roots and moss, but she didn’t seem to notice. She took his cock in her large, soft hand, her fingers wrapped around him easily, her grip firm but not crushing, and stared at it like it was sothing sacred.
Then she opened her mouth and took him in.
"Fuck-" Silas’s head snapped back as her warm, wet mouth engulfed him. She was inexperienced, her teeth scraped a little too much at first, and she didn’t quite know what to do with her tongue. But she was eager. So fucking eager. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper with every movent, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach.
"Slower," he gritted out, his hand finding the back of her head. "And use your tongue more. Wrap it around ."
She adjusted imdiately. Her tongue curled around his shaft as she moved, and the sensation made his knees almost buckle. Drool ran down her chin, pooling on her chest, sliding between her breasts. She made wet, ssy sounds as she worked him, her eyes looking up at him the whole ti, pleading for approval.
"Good girl," he groaned. "Just like that... fuck... don’t stop..."
He let her set the pace for a while, his breath coming in ragged gasps, and his fingers tangled in her white hair. The Lust aspect roared through his veins, demanding release, demanding he take and take and take. But he held back. He wanted to finish in a specific way.
"I’m close," he warned. "Keep going. Don’t stop."
She doubled her efforts, taking him deeper, her throat convulsing around the head of his cock. The sight of her, this massive, powerful orc woman on her knees for him, her tribal clothes soaked with drool and sweat, her eyes hazy with need, pushed him over the edge.
He ca with a guttural groan, his hips bucking forward, his cum shooting down her throat in thick, hot pulses. She swallowed instinctively, her throat working around him, not pulling away until he was completely spent. When she finally released him, a thin trail of white still connected her lips to his tip. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at him with a dazed, satisfied smile.
"Mate taste good."
Silas pulled her up by her arms. His cock was already hard again; the Lust aspect wasn’t done with him yet. He spun her around and pressed her front against the tree bark, her huge ass grinding back against his hips.
"Now for the main course."
He didn’t bother pulling her clothes aside. He just shoved the fur and vines up, exposing her thick, green thighs and the soaked cleft between them. Her pussy was already glistening, dripping down her inner thighs. She was more than ready. He lined himself up and slamd into her in one brutal thrust.
Gromda scread, a raw, guttural sound that echoed through the forest. Her hands clawed at the bark, her head thrown back, her white hair cascading down her spine. Her pussy gripped him like a vice, hot and tight and soaking wet.
"Fuck-you’re so tight!" Silas gritted out, his hands finding her hips.
"Move... please move..." she begged.
He did. He fucked her standing, his grip on her hips bruising, each thrust driving her harder against the tree. The height difference made it awkward. He had to rise slightly on his toes to maintain the angle, but he didn’t care. He fucked her like an animal, his trousers bunched around his thighs, his shirt clinging to his sweat-soaked back.
Gromda’s moans turned into incoherent babbling. Her breasts bounced wildly with every impact, threatening to spill out of her fur top. The tree bark scraped against her palms and her cheek, but she didn’t feel the pain. All she felt was him and his cock driving into her, filling her, and claiming her.
"Yes! yes-harder... don’t stop-" she wailed.
He grabbed a handful of her white hair and yanked her head back, forcing her spine to arch. The new angle let him go even deeper, and her scream turned into a strangled cry as she ca, her pussy clenching around him in violent spasms.
"Fuck!" He didn’t stop. He fucked her through her orgasm, chasing his own, the Lust aspect driving him relentlessly. Sweat dripped down his forehead. His thighs burned, but he didn’t slow down.
"Again," he growled.
"N-no... I can’t... it’s too much..."
"You can."
He thrust harder and faster. His balls slapped against her wet flesh with every stroke, the sound obscene and wet in the quiet forest. Gromda was sobbing now, tears streaming down her face, but she was also pushing back against him, eting his thrusts, her body betraying her words.
Her second orgasm hit her like a collapsing mountain. Her legs gave out, and if not for Silas’s grip on her hips, she would have crumpled to the ground. She hung there, limp and trembling, as he fucked her through it.
Then he ca again, buried deep inside her, his cum flooding her in hot, pulsing waves. He stayed there for a long mont, his forehead pressed against her back, his breath ragged and uneven.
The forest was silent except for their heavy breathing.
Finally, Silas pulled out, letting his trousers fall back into place. Gromda remained pressed against the tree, her legs shaking, her clothes in disarray. A thin trail of white ran down her inner thigh.
Silas leaned against the tree beside her, staring up at the canopy.
’I really need to learn how to control this aspect.’
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