"I have been starving for you, Ari," he breathed against the nape of my neck.
Now I knew what that apology was for. He knew he was about to lose it. My plea for gentleness had acted like a match to a forest fire, turning my stoic serpent into a mindless, hungry beast.
Ah, that was why he got harder. This husband of mine could be... haa... a real pervert sotis.
Every thrust was a double-hit of heavy, blunt force. It was a relentless, crushing power of a beast that has held back for far too long.
The sensation of him inside was very overwhelming. His cocks hit every nerve ending I possessed, sending jolts of electricity through my spine. With each movent, the dual pressure worked together—ah, they plotted together—hitting my G-spot from two different angles until I was sobbing into the blankets, my mind was hazy and I literally saw stars.
I was drowning in him. The scent of everything else was long gone, scorched away by the sheer presence of him.
He was remarking his territory in the most primal way possible, his sweat dripping onto my chest, his teeth occasionally grazing my shoulder as he fought for control.
"You are mine," he hissed, his movents picking up speed as he grew closer to his climax. "Only mine."
While he was drawing close, I was too. The double friction was just too much. I felt the tension being drawn like a bowstring, but before I could snap, he stopped and pulled out.
I was breathless, staring at him with my hazy eyes and confusion. Why did he pull out at the last minute?
"D-Damar?" I managed to croak out, my voice a broken whisper.
"Ari," he rasped, his tone so rough it sounded like there were a lot of words jumbled in his throat, struggling to get out.
Before I could even process the confusion, he gripped my hips and in one fluid, powerful motion, he flipped over onto my hands and knees.
My head swam as he lood over from behind, his erald eyes glowing with a dark, predatory light that made my heart hamr against my ribs.
He didn’t hesitate. He pushed back in—both of them—in one heavy, uncompromising thrust.
"Ah!"
The sound was torn from my throat as he hit even deeper than before. This was bad. This was very bad. If I couldn’t control my voice, I would wake the kids, but Damar wasn’t giving an option.
In this position, there was no way to hold back; he was reaching into the very core of . That sudden, massive intrusion was the final straw for my overstimulated nerves.
My insides began to squeeze and they clamped around him violently, threatening to squeeze the life, or the fluids, right out of him.
The forced orgasm hit like a tidal wave, more intense than any I’d ever felt in weeks. Not even my orgasms from the previous night were this strong.
My vision whizzed into white, and my head dropped to the furs as I buckled under the weight of the pleasure, my legs and hips trembling violently.
I was completely at his rcy, my body vibrating with the force of the release, while he began to move again—fast, hard, and relentless—determined to finish exactly what he started.
The fact that I had just cum and was clamping around him so hard seed to stimulate him even more, fueling his thrusts and his groans.
"Ari," he said into my ear and I swear I nearly passed out with how good my insides were feeling. "I’m cumming, Ari. Take my... ngh... seeds."
"Give it to , Damar. Give ... haah... your seeds." I shuddered, my eyes rolled back. "Fill ,"
His hand found my jaw and he pushed my head back so he could kiss in that final mont, muffling my moans and his raw groans as he finally released his seeds from both his cock inside , his body tensing hard as he filled to the brim.
The sheer power of him, the double weight and his cocks, felt like he was branding from the inside out. Reminding who first held in this world, and who I belonged to first.
He finally let go and then we lay there for a long ti afterward, the only sound heard was the soft snoring of the babies in the corner and our own ragged breathing.
Ah, I’m surprised they slept through all of that.
"Ari," he whispered after a long ti, his voice finally losing that jagged edge and returning to a soft, silver hum.
He shifted just enough to look at , his erald eyes still dark and heavy with a possessive pride.
He didn’t pull out of yet. He seed to want to savor the connection, his body still tense as if he were guarding the ’seeds’ he’d just gifted .
I could feel him—every inch—still pulsing slightly, a feeling that kept grounded to the earth after the tidal wave had nearly swept away.
"You’re back," I managed to croak, my voice sounding like I’d been shouting for hours. I reached up, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw, finding the slight dampness of sweat on his skin. "You’re really back."
"I am back," he murmured, his thumb brushing over my swollen lower lip. "And you... you are even more than I rembered. A Queen. A warrior. A protector. But you are still my Ari."
He leaned down, pressing a final, slow, and devastatingly sweet kiss to my forehead.
The intense, beast-like hunger had been replaced by a deep, quiet reverence. He pulled the furs up over our cooling skin, cocooning us together.
I felt my eyes growing heavy, the bone-deep exhaustion of the last two months finally crashing down on now that the tension of his absence had been resolved. I was satisfied, claid, and finally, completely at peace.
"Don’t leave again," I whispered, my eyes drifting shut.
"Never," Damar promised, his tail coiling one last ti around my waist in a protective knot. "I will be the shadow that follows your light, Ari. Always."
"Even... in the winter?" I asked but he could not answer that.
I expected that reaction, but it was fine.
"I’ll... take a quick nap, okay?"
"Yes, and I shall watch you."
As I slipped into a dreamless sleep, the distant howl of a wolf at the feast signaled the end of the night.
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