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Our thighs fit together. My hands drop to her hips and bolt them against me.

I lean over her, kiss the pulse point thumping into her neck, and rotate my waist forward. The crown penetrates her wet lips. I ease out and sling my hips again, this time spreading her walls with half my length.

My mouth drops. My moan shatters against hers.

Fables, her beautiful cunt is so wet. It flutters around my tip and smears me in her climax.

My elbows shake, but I take care to keep my fingercaps poised from her skin. The rest of my hands weld against her, stilling my lady so that she feels each inch as I swipe my cock out…and in…and out…and in.

My waist swivels, jutting into her backside as I thrust my hardness steadily. My eyes sink to the knot of flesh where my bulging head sinks into her. I watch myself enter and retreat, the taut incline of my cock pivoting through Cove’s cunt.

Sweat races down her spine. Perspiration washes down my abdomen.

She cries, desperate to move, eager to fill herself with me. But I will not allow it.

That is how vicious I can be.

The muscles in my abdomen contort. I whip my cock into her, out of her, into her. Each time her moan expands into the tunnel, I pump deeper.

Finally, my cock slips to the base. I strike into Cove from the apex to the hilt, urging her to make noises that crack the ceiling.

At last, she ascends that crescendo. I release her waist and cup her tits. With a joyous shout, Cove lets loose. She swivels her waist, whisking her ass into my erection.

Momentum increases. Our hips undulate, the collision pinning me deeper, deeper, deeper into her.

Her wet grip takes my thickening cock. Palpitations slam against my chest, and I veer my ass harder against her. Cove clutches the prow and takes advantage of this by striking back, her hips punting into mine.

The prow rocks. The boat jostles atop the water.

Light from the glowing orbs overhead swim across her skin like splotches of paint. She’s radiant. She’s everything. This is what I fought for; this is what I desire above all else.

I have never ruled The Deep as much as she rules me. Yet it’s more. I am no longer alone, I have an equal, and within her, I have found my home.

I lean into Cove and drop kisses on her spine. I locate the pulse of her neck and suck, desperate to taste that lifeline.

Cove moans louder, her cunt spreading for my cock. I drown in her wetness, sink into her pleasure. My chin lands on her shoulder, the side of my face flush with hers. I thumb her nipples, then stretch my arms to grab the prow with her.

We hang on and charge against one another.

Her hips slam with mine. My cock vaults into her damp clutch, the muscles of her cunt pulsating. An effusion of cries packs the tunnel, the noises spreading far, wide, and endless.

“Yes,” I tell her, pounding quicker. “Now show me how kind you can be. Take pity and come for me.”

My waist lashes, her hips slap into mine, and we combust. Three…more…thrusts.

And Cove screams. And I roar.

Her folds ripple, coming around my cock. Heat shoots from my sac to the slit in my crown, then pours into her.

At last, her voice floods every crevice of this tunnel. I follow her into that void, growling through the rush.

We rock together, submerging ourselves in the frenzy. I haul Cove up against me, veer her mouth to mine, and kiss her while pumping to a slow halt.

We shudder and collapse against the prow. Our breaths smash together like river rapids.

My exhausted lips mold with hers. Our mouths cling, tongues swaying.

It is a long time before we split apart and dissolve into the cabin. As the hull bobs, I recline and tuck Cove into my side. One of her legs stretches across my waist, and her fingers draw over the grooves in my torso.