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Oestrus Perturbatio	By : Rhondda Category: S through Z > Tin Man Views: 1733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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DG was able to think past her raging libido as she came down off that amazing orgasm. It was as if her brain were working properly again. Was this the same weird disassociation Glitch dealt with? Well, without the sex drive of an alley cat in heat and on ten aphrodisiacs.
Alright, this was no place to have even a passing thought about Glitch.
As for the coming down from an explosive O…Well, some things far exceeded the imagination. I'm having trouble feeling my legs. She was still feeling little aftershocks spasming through her, clenching in her womb.
Past experience tended to flavor future expectations. Oh, her daydreams had certainly imagined Wyatt Cain would exceed the previous experiences she'd had. Every girl visualizes a perfect partner, usually something never actually achieved. After all, who can live up to a fantasy?
Admittedly, her past experiences hadn't set a very high bar. Her first time she was drunk off her ass. She remembered giving her consent, and some of the rest, but the back of a truck after a senior year kegger wasn't exactly the ideal. She'd tried again with the guy to get a clear memory of it, to somehow make it worth it. Eh. She should have stayed drunk.
The third time had been with a boyfriend who was going off to Afghanistan as civilian support to rebuild power stations. The whole 'it's a dangerous place, you never know what could happen…'. It had been nice. Not fireworks or earth moving, but pleasant enough. Until he told her the next day that she shouldn't wait for him. She broke two fingers when she clocked him. He lost a tooth and six weeks before deploying while his dislocated jaw healed.
So her mental version of Wyatt freaking Cain in bed had been that he'd know what the hell he was doing and actually do the job as good as her vibrator had. A girl was allowed to dream.
Now she was absolutely convinced he'd have blown her mind even without a curse. She never considered… well… oral sex… for herself. Who wants a guy looking there? Couldn't be pretty. A hundred smell jokes couldn't be wrong, right? The whole idea seemed humiliating.
I am an idiot, she admitted to herself. He can have as many blowjobs as he wants if he returns the favor like that.
Not that the idea of going down on him hadn't occurred to her before. It was something she'd actually like to try.
She decided she'd had WAY too many fantasies about Cain. And if he wasn't just trying to make this easy for her… he may have had an idea or two about her. This damned warped magic was ruining what could have been. Shattering it and so many possibilities with it. It took something that might have been wonderful grown out of time and turned it into doubts and reluctance, made it forced. It made this less somehow.
It tried to, anyway. Cain… no, Wyatt was really putting an effort into taking some of that back. She loved him all the more for it.
And as she knelt behind him, pressed to his back, pretty much all thoughts flew out the window as she looked over his shoulder to see him with his hand wrapped around his cock. Seeing him stroke himself was… guh.
While he was removing his soft, suede pants, she'd wanted to touch him, to feel him under her hands, to learn him as he'd been mapping her out. Okay, she also wanted to get a look at what he was packing. She'd pressed herself against the smooth muscle of his back and reached to stroke his chest, to feel the muscles under skin, to enjoy the texture of him. Only then did she see what he was doing.
"Holy shit, that's hot." She breathed in his ear. Damnit, did I say that out loud? Right, play it cool. Don't bang your head against a wall. Just keep doing what you're doing. Maybe he will as well.
Cain groaned and his head fell back, rubbing his cheek along hers. Hey, he'd shaved. He really is putting effort into this, to make this right.
"DG…" He breathed her name out in frustration. But was it good frustration or bad frustration?
Oh well, they were here. Dreams were shattered. Why not follow his lead and try to not let this Ostrich Perturbing thing ruin everything?
She gathered up her courage. She could do this. She faced the witch, faced being buried alive, nearly falling from a tower and, worst of all, a week without a shower or clean underwear. She could do this.
"Hey, don't stop on my account." She licked her bottom lip and just kept staring.
My, my, he was as big as she imagined. Nothing freakish, or scary, but enough to make a girls mouth, and other places, water.
The way the skin had moved over the hardness beneath as he'd stroked, the dark color of the shiny head, the slight spasm of the slit just starting to weep a bead of clear fluid, the sureness of the thick fingered hand he'd wrapped around himself, it was so incredibly erotic she actually had to force herself to breathe properly. She had the incredibly silly urge to get a paper and pencil and sketch that.
"I am stopping on your account, darlin'." His hand fell away and DG fought the urge to pout.
He'd turned his head and she felt him suckling on the lobe of her ear again, sending little sparks along her nerve endings. Damn… he had an amazing mouth.
DG turned her head away to press kisses along his shoulder, then stopped. "You told me you wanted to be here. That… that you felt for me before this thing."
Talking feelings with Cain was difficult. He'd said it, whether it was to make things easier for her or not. Thing was, in the six months they'd known each other, Cain had never lied to her. He might omit something, refuse outright to talk about something, or even say something that was wrong that he honestly believed was true at the time, but he didn't lie to her.
However; what if he made himself believe it? What if in his damn noble need to protect and take care of her, he convinced himself he felt romantic love to make it easier not just on her, but on himself as well? That wouldn't be lying, but it would lead to heartache.
She hoped, deep down at the core, that he really did feel for her. Not that the lack would stop this, but it could destroy their friendship and she could lose him. Please, please let it be real.
It was time to even the playing field with an honest confession, to let him know her truth. "Well… I've kinda been in love with you for a while now. It's not fair for me not to admit it."
She hoped she hadn't just put another nail in the coffin of their future.
Cain took the hand she had on his arm and brought it to his mouth, placing an open mouthed kiss on the palm, then on the pulse point on her wrist. For fairly innocuous places, they certainly sent that shivering tingle through her. Of course, now that she knew what that mouth could do…
"You don't have to…"
"I wanted to. I mean it. Been carrying a torch to the point my fingers are getting singed." Right now he was burning her up. The expanse of his back pressed so tightly to her front. He had to feel the tips of her breasts boring into him, because the press of his flesh was certainly keeping them tingling.
DG moved to press a kiss against the hollow of his neck and then lapped at the skin there. There was a faint tang of soap before the taste of his skin. She pulled her wrist from his hand and steeled herself for the boldness of her next move.
She reached over his arm and wrapped her fingers around his hardness, her fingers unable to meet by centimeters. He hissed and his head went back to fall against her shoulder. His wiry blond curls tickled her wrist. His flesh was so hot against her palm and fingers. He was heavy and solid in her hand, yet the skin felt like velvet, sliding , crinkling a bit with her movement. She stroked upwards once and he'd recaptured her wrist. Forced to pause, she stroked her thumb over that little bead, that had now become a weeping tear, spreading it over the dark, smooth tip of him.
"DG, I've been holding back for a while now. I don't think I can take any more of that. That's why I stopped." His voice was husky and low.
Of course. He'd been taking care of her, but had done nothing for himself.
And things were slowly starting to churn hotter in her again. The reprieve hadn't lasted very long. Of course this right here was a hell of a way to leave a girl wanting.
DG moved back and knelt near the middle of the bed. "Come on then, let's see if we can do anything about that."
Cain managed to crawl up on the bed after her.
She attacked his chest with her mouth. Inhaling the scent of him while feeling the muscle under her lips, the soft hair rubbing them. She found one male nipple and traced it with her tongue. Cain growled as he wrapped his arms around her and she could feel the vibration through her body. So she worked a bit harder.
She was coiling tighter and tighter again. Under her flesh lust surged like liquid lightning. Cain's very presence fed the fire.
His hands were on her again on tracing down her spine, the other cupping her breast. That seemed to feed a line directly to her womb. Oh God, she needed him again. It didn't help that she could feel his needy fullness between them, an aching promise along her abdomen.
His hand tangled in her hair and brought her head back up to kiss her again. Apparently, he liked to be in control. His kiss was dominant, full of passion and promise. His mouth made pledges without words, his tongue tracing sweetly along hers, meeting hers as she gave back. DG could taste his longing, his own desperation as his tastebuds shared with hers. She clung to him, needy and desperate. He was supporting her, holding her possessive and protective. She was safe in his arms.
Then he was laying her back on the bed while he knelt between her thighs. He pressed kisses along her throat, his fingers twining with hers as he rocked his hips against hers, trapping his hot length between them, rubbing along her cleft. He looked down at her.
"I don't think either of us can take any more." His statement was more than welcome to her ears. In fact it sent a delightful shiver down her spine as his fingers squeezed hers.
Her nerves were jittering and the butterflies, already fluttering in her stomach, swirled up a tornado. He'd made her come twice, but this was the big thing. It. The main event.
Some little spot in her head, a very tiny spot not completely consumed by his mouth at the base of her throat, at the commanding way he was holding her down with tenderly entwined hands, that annoying voice was at work. You're really going to have Cain inside you. The guy that makes your heart skip a beat. The man you love. Cain, your rock, your white knight, your fantasy in the flesh. He's right there on top of you. Naked. Impressively naked. Oh man, that big, gorgeous thing is going to push into you. Oh, and Cain, too.
Then the sensations pretty much drowned out that voice with the rushing in her ears.
He pulled away, releasing her hands, to kneel upright. "Come here." His hands were on her waist pulling her to him, sliding her rump up and over his powerful thighs.
DG tried to sit up, but Cain placed a hand on her stomach, then reached forward and stroked his hands down her body that was at once soothing and enflaming. His hands swept back up to cup her breasts, stroking across her nipples, teasing them so that invisible cord inside her sent sensation from her breasts to her womb. She felt herself tremble. "Stay there. Lay back. This way I can touch all of you."
But I can't touch you much, the little voice whined. The voice was shut up by the feel of Cain's callused hands running over her spread thighs now, stroking her, almost memorizing her by touch. She looked down her own body to where she was slanted up from the waist to where Wyatt Cain was looking down at her with ravenous eyes. She could feel his erection teasing against her cleft again.
Every cell in her body seemed alive, striving, yearning for the moment, hungering for it, SCREAMING for it. Her very soul seemed to cry out for him.
She felt his one hand sweep to the dip of her waist as his other guided himself to her. DG wrapped her legs around him and tried to pull herself up even as he arched forward. The delicious burn of stretching, of being filled only went so far. She whimpered when she realized he was gently rocking himself forward, inch by inch, his face a mask of concentration as he watched himself slowly advance into her body.
She was swallowing him up, taking him in, and accepting him as part of her.
Her body and mind were in agreement. This was torture. She wanted him all, now. She tightened her legs around him pulling harder.
She felt him invade deeper pressing her open in an exquisite burn with the action and his eyes shot up to meet hers. She saw Cain swallow hard. "You're not easing things any."
"Was I supposed to?" Her voice was rough, and she was surprised she could still string words together let alone think at all coherently.
She saw exasperation in Cain's darkened eyes. But she was something else. Passion, yes, hunger… but also something deeper. Love and tenderness.
At that moment she believed him. Believed that they would be alright, this wouldn't be an end but a beginning.
As she was at the cusp of that revelation Cain surged forward, filling her completely. The stretching friction was glorious. She was so close already; just the feel of his cock sliding deep into her, spreading her open, had her on the edge.
"God, Deeg. You're burning me alive." He groaned as he pulled back again. His neck and shoulder's showed the tension of strain. He was flushed, his own pale skin showing the heat of his blood and excitement.
"Wyatt, please. Just move."
She looked at him, her breath taken away by sensations but her heart tightening at the sight of Cain's passion tensed face. He was watching her, his attention flicking between watching their bodies join and capturing her eyes, reading her face.
She found she could reach his abdomen, feel the bunching of muscles there before the overwhelming, exquisite feel of him surging forward again. She could feel him completely, every detail, each ridge and vein of his shaft, she could feel his pulse within her. Her womb clenched and she curled up into him again.
One of his large hands was under her waist, the other splayed over her mound. He started to press down slightly as he filled her and she couldn't bite back a cry. In this position every thrust into her pushed him against her sweet spot, and that press increased the sensation.
"If you were any tighter it would hurt, sweetheart." He closed his eyes for a moment as he continued to move.
Her fingers found no purchase against his body, so she grabbed onto his thighs, just under her buttocks. She needed something to hold on to as she moved with him, seeking the same goal he was.
Her body tried to hold him in as he withdrew and seemed to sing each time he drove into her. Then his thumb pressed and angled her clit down, so that it skimmed over his shaft as he moved.
She heard herself making small hitching noises as she shook. She couldn't hold against this assault for long. It was impossible. She was spiraling out of control as each undulating snap of Cain's hips not only filled her so deliciously, but rippled agonizing pleasure along her bud.
She felt herself falling away as each deep surge drove her higher towards bliss.
Words seemed to have finally deserted both of them as the only sounds to fill the room were gasps, moans and little cries.
It didn't take long for her at all before searing flames leapt from her womanhood outward, jolting her muscles tense, throwing her into the storm. She cried out as her body clamped down, which only increased the stimulation as Cain continued to move for a moment before pausing to circle his thumb around her, drawing the sweet rapture out, keeping her whole body spasming around him. Her whole body seemed to repeatedly clench and draw in, draw him in. His invasion felt huge as her core bore down on him.
"I've got you, sweetheart." He bent over her to hook his arms under hers, pulling her up to straddle his lap, her body flush with his, both of them slippery with perspiration, panting hard with the exertion. His arms wrapped around her as she tried to regain some semblance of control over her body.
Cain's embrace was tender and sheltering. DG managed to wind her own arms limply over his shoulders. "Words gone. Brain gone." She muttered against his shoulder.
"You alright?" As he asked she noted he was rocking her, giving him continuing shallow thrusts. She was still seeing dark stars exploding behind her eyelids.
"Yeah." She managed to make her arms tighten round him. "Your turn."
She moved around enough to kiss him, her lips claiming his this time. They were such sexy, kissable lips.
Then they were moving again. She was doing her best to lift herself as his hand under her bottom urged, meeting his more and more erratic thrusts. It wasn't long before Cain stiffened in her arms and cried out as he spilled himself into her in strong, hot bursts.
She stroked his slick back with soothing caresses.
For the first time in over a day, DG felt her body mostly at rest. There was the sweet joy, the after tingles still running through her veins, but no consuming need.
"That was…" she couldn't find words. Her cheek was pressed against his slick shoulder.
"Yeah. It was."
Cain had gotten up off the bed, to DG's protests, gone into the bathroom, returning with a washcloth. He gently cleaned DG with the warm nubby cloth, making sure he got everything. Her color rose again and her renewed blush was charming.
"I can do that, you know." She was biting her bottom lip once more. Making him want to suck that little morsel of flesh into his mouth and soothe it with his tongue.
"I've already seen and touched everything, Deeg. I happen to like seeing and touching you. You better not be thinking once this curse is gone this is gonna stop." He began to clean himself up, feeling a tiny stir as he watched her watch him. Unfortunately, he wasn't that good. He was only human and needed a little recovery time.
He tossed the cloth he returned to the bed, gathering DG into his arms, happy to see her pliant, not resisting. "Now that I've given in and felt you under me, around me… there's no looking back. I'm going to want more."
"So this is all about what you want then?" DG's hand wrapped around his bicep, but she wasn't pulling or pushing away. Mixed signals, trod carefully.
"Of course not." He placed his fingertips under her chin and tilted her head back to make her look at him. "Do you want to try and go back to being friends… or for me to leave?" He felt himself holding his breath.
"Of course not. I'm just worried." Her eyes expressed that fear. "Is this real? Is this you convincing yourself for honor's sake? I want to know this isn't some delusion."
"It's real." He made his conviction infuse his tone. "I'm not certain of a lot of thing, DG, but I'm certain of this. It does make me nervous, but it's as true as it gets."
They lay side by side. Their hands tracing idle patterns, exploring lazily while calming each other after what they'd just experienced, and their own worries.
Cain had to admit, this kind of moment hadn't entered his mind when he prepared himself to give in to this thing, this gentle afterglow.
It was tender, sensual and undemanding. DG's fingertips were tracing along scars, the lines of muscle, her gaze following the path, trying not to look him in the eye yet. She was a bit timid now, when the awkwardness always set in after a couple's first time together. That was expected even under normal circumstances.
His own fingers traced along the faint path of a vein in her arm as he inhaled the scent of her, of them together.
"You know this is a lull. That we have to do this until I… I get pregnant." Her unsteady voice was soft.
He couldn't stop his wandering hand from moving down to brush over her abdomen. Even now his seed would be racing to attempt to fulfill its purpose.
"Yeah. The zipperhead and Raw were sure to spell everything out. Do you think I mind? That I wouldn't want to repeat this? This isn't a one time thing, darlin'."
There was a hollow ache in his chest. When this was over, she would be pregnant and she was going to have to make a decision. One he had no real say in.
He felt sick, that someone, a tiny piece of the witch they had thought gone, had done this to her.
"What do you want to do?" DG looked at him, uncertainty and a bit of fear in her eyes. "I mean… about this pregnant thing."
Cain closed his eyes and felt his heart clench. She at least wanted his input.
"I'll stand beside whatever you decide. This is more than just you and me, darlin'. This has a whole lot of complicated with it." He held her carefully.
"You're not looking me in the eyes, Cain. This will be more than just you and me. It'll be about a baby. Not about politics or policy. I don't give a rat's ass about anyone else's opinions." She pushed on his shoulders so she could see his eyes. Hers were intense.
"Sounds like you've already made a decision, then." Cain felt a bit of tension leave him.
"You get a say," she insisted.
"I think you'll be a great mother. You already know how to get into every type of trouble there is, so you can head a kid off at the pass."
DG lightly smacked his arm, but she was smiling.
"Look at us. This kid hasn't even been conceived yet, and we're making plans." Her eyes took a far off look.
"We'll muddle through. We always seem to. So far the results haven't been too bad." Cain brushed her cheek with his fingertips, pulling her back to the here and now.
"Cain, I got turned into a raving nymphomaniac. The only cure is getting knocked up. I would say the results leave a lot to be desired."
Cain chuckled and her eyes widened and then narrowed as she realized the turn of phrase she had used.
"Don't know. From this angle I'm not complaining." He captured the softness of her breast. Feeling the warm, weight of it.
"You wouldn't be here if it weren't for this curse." Her eyes were serious and sad.
"You're right." He said the words carefully. "It would have taken a lot more time. Maybe I'd have missed my chance in the meantime. It was a hard shove, sweetheart, but it was in the direction we were already walking." He gave her the full force of his conviction through his eyes. He meant every word.
"So you think we'd eventually be discussing babies while lying in bed after great sex?" DG traced a pattern on his chest.
"I don't know, the lying in bed after great sex part was a very strong possibility." He shivered at her touch. It was gentle, but more, it was loving. He'd been without touch for a long time. He'd almost convinced himself he didn't need the skin to skin contact.
"So you had it all planned out then?" She gave him a skeptical look.
"Not consciously. I pushed it all away, buried it because I wasn't ready to face the truth. But it was under there. Just waiting for the right time." He had to be honest. If he dressed it up she might not believe what he felt was real.
"And this wasn't it." She looked away again.
"Is now. That's what matters."
"I'm gonna let Glitch and Raw explain this to my parents. Since they felt the need to run off their mouths. It's only fitting." DG tucked her head under Cain's chin.
DG closed her eyes and then pressed her face into the middle of his chest. "Crap. I forgot that those two were downstairs. They not only knew what we're doing but… Oh man, the rooming house lady had to have heard. They all did."
He chuckled and tilted her head up to press a kiss to her brow. "Raw took her out under the pretense of needing her to guide him to some supply stores and getting the ingredients for a special dinner. Glitch is playing guard, outside."
It seemed to relax her a bit more. He decided against telling her that, due to the effects of her curse, she had lost control of her magic and they were all completely recognizable. The innkeeper was beside herself that she had the Princess under her roof, and that she was sick.
"This is the biggest bedroom, Deeg. That's why you got it. The biggest room in places like this tend to be used for honeymoons. There's often insulation or, if the place can afford it, spells, to keep the other guests from being too disturbed."
"You say the sweetest things." Her big eyes were meeting his at last.
He just chuckled.
"Try to get some sleep for now. You should have at least a couple of hours of peace." He pulled her close, tucking her against his body.
He managed to doze once DG managed to fall into sleep. It was surprisingly easy to sleep alongside someone again. That wasn't a problem at all. For all his need to snap awake when danger was near, his subconscious also seemed to recognize safe sounds and movement.
He woke to her soft whimpers. She was pressed against his side, her arm across his ribs. It felt like at least a few hours had passed. She was still asleep but it was starting to build again.
Cain turned on his side and buried his face in the tousled darkness of her hair, cool and silken against his skin. It had dried as they slept and smelled of apple shampoo,
She made another sound, a soft mew that shot through him. The exact same sound she made when his tongue played along the crease where her leg joined her abdomen. He felt his own longing rising up. His chest ached. The breath left his lungs in a surge of air, stolen away.
His hand stroked down her side, the soft warmth of her naked skin tingling up his fingertips and somehow lodging a weight somewhere below his throat. Still sleeping, she moaned at his touch.
His eyes filled with both emotion and longing as he looked at her sleeping face, the little 'I want' line forming between her brows. She was beautiful and so young. He didn't consider himself old, but she was innocent to the full array of the evils people held within them. He'd seen so much, even before the resistance. It wasn't the years, it was the mileage.
But she was his now. Had been from the moment her soft, wet nether lips had almost clung to his finger tips when he first touched her. He knew if he gave in that it would be like this. He'd always been protective and possessive. He'd never let her go now. He'd fight to keep her, even if it ended up that it was her he fought. Her doubts and fears were something he was prepared to go up against.
He never could let go easily. Loving DG wasn't letting go of Adora. There was always room for more.
The kind of woman Adora was, he knew she'd understand. She would have liked DG.
Not many men were lucky enough to find love a second time. He wasn't sure what he had done to deserve this. He didn't care. He was here now. There was a rightness to it that went to the marrow.
DG was his to love, to touch and taste and watch in the throes of passion, and hold in the harrows of grief.
They were going to go through with this, have this child. He certainly didn't intend for it to be born out of wedlock. It just wasn't right.
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