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“I know what you need,” Ice growled as he pulled his tongue out of her pussy and raised his wolf-wild gaze from between her obscenely spread thighs. He rubbed her pussy roughly with the back of his hand, licked her sweetness off his knuckles, then suddenly grabbed her hips and flipped her over, raised her ass, smacked her buttcheeks hard and quick three times,smack smack smack, before reaching one hand between her slick inner thighs and spreading her slit with his fingers from behind and below. “I know what you fucking need, Indy.”
Indy was completely out of her mind now. Her asscheeks stung from his slaps, her pussy dripped from his tongue, the sensation of her slit being spread by his fingers taking her close to the edge again but not far enough, not deep enough, not hard enough, oh please now, she needed it now, right fucking now, Ice.
Her face was buried in the padded drop-cloth, her ass raised so high she could see back between her legs. She watched in an erotic haze as Ice unbuckled and unzipped with one hand while keeping her pussy spread with his other hand. She could feel his primal gaze focused on her glistening slit, and it only made her wetter, only made her hotter.
And now Ice had somehow gotten his pants down enough for his cock to spring out behind her. Looking down past her hanging breasts, through the space between her spread-out thighs Indy was shocked to see how thick he was, how massively erect he was, his shaft gleaming with pre-cum that had dripped from his swollen cockhead, coating every part of his erection all the way down to his heavy balls.
She watched in a trembling trance as Ice’s big hand fisted his enormous cock, guiding it to where he’d been holding her slit wide open.
She groaned as his cockhead made first contact with her dark nether lips.
Gasped when Ice dragged his heavy club up and down her slit, slicking her up with their combined wetness.
Gaped when Ice pressed that massive battering ram of a cock against her entrance and began to push himself into her.
Time seemed to slow down even as space expanded to infinity as Indy’s vagina was forced open so wide she almost passed out. Her body tightened and her heart hopped when Ice’s bulbous bulkhead breached her border, driving dangerously deep as it spread her inner walls, its hungry cyclops eye hunting its prey like a dragon in the night.
Indy saw it all in the swirling madness of her inner vision, felt it in every cell of her raging hot body, smelled it in the heavy musk of their chamber in the clouds, the potent aromas of human sex mixing with the warm scent of animal fur.
And then Indy heard the howls around them, and she sensed their animal audience awakened by the electric energy, alert with surreal recognition, pawing with primal participation. The plane’s engines roared beneath them, a booming background thunder that harmonized with the howling, and now Indy thought she heard herself wailing as her vagina stretched and filled and sighed and screamed, and Ice was shouting as he thrust inside her, and everything was happening together, merging into one point of infinite density, sight and sound, scent and touch, all of it somehow in synch, all of them psychedelic players in a cosmic orchestra on a surreal stage with screeching violins, screaming sitars, thundering drumbeats, clanging cymbals, back and forth, up and down, in and out and in again, deep again, so deep, so fucking deep.
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Ice was so deep inside her that he was lost. Vision had long since been replaced by swirls and spirals, colors and textures. The sounds filling the air were not of this earth, and it was only when Ice heard himself snort like a bull that he was suddenly aware of wolves howling around them and then remembered where they were and saw glimpses of those caged animals hurling themselves at their bars, going wild like they had been pulled into the madness of whatever was happening here, like they understood what was being unleashed here, undone here, unwound, unbound, unlocked, unboxed.
He couldn’t reconcile any of it, sure as hell couldn’t explain it, wouldneverbe able to explain it once they got back to the straight world of sanity and sobriety, of daylight and discipline.
But he’d felt it in her. Sensed that dark dense thing of violent traumatic energy inside her body like it was a physical creature, alive with its own subterranean life, aware with its own primitive consciousness. Ice knew damn well he was on a psychotropic drug that temporarily rewired the brain, scrambled its signals, made you see meaning in madness, reason in randomness, ghosts in the shadows, demons in the darkness.
But damn, it felt like he really was hunting Indy’s demons, chasing them down with each thrust of his powerful hips, fighting them with each heavy slam of his pelvis against her cushion. His eyes were closed so tight he could see inside his own fucking skull, watch his own brain break down as it tried hopelessly to find its way back to some vague memory of the man Ice had once been, a man that Ice would never be again.
Because now Ice washerman.
“I love you, Indy,” came the thought that may or may not have emerged as sound. Even if it did escape his lips Ice couldn’t be sure if it was in words or just these animalistic expressions being served up by his raging body, snorts and snarls, grunts and growls, howls and hollers as they moved together like oiled snakes trying to eat each other, glistening sea creatures in a feeding frenzy, stirring the dark waters into a frothy chum, gulping and gasping, diving and dipping, thrusting and toiling, raging and roiling.
Ice pushed back into her, his eyelids flicking open just long enough to catch a glimpse of Indy’s gleaming back spread out before him, her arms splayed out wide to support herself, head tucked in like she was looking beneath herself, past her pulsing breasts, staring as Ice’s piston of a cock pumped into her from behind, his heavy balls slapping against her wet undersides, preparing to discharge what had been building all day, ever since that anticlimactic showdown in the steam.
It was almost like earlier they’d been pulled back from finishing what they’d started, as if some cryptic force was operating behind the scenes, an invisible hand bottling up that sexual energy like it was a weapon that would be needed later, needed now.
For a moment Ice thought of those Darkwater guys waxing poetic at Hogan’s bachelor party. Fate and destiny, they were going on about like drunk sailors—which of course they were, Navy men, all of them. Lost at sea, Ice had figured at the time. SEALs who’d gotten sentimental now that they’d settled down.
Spend enough time floating on an endless ocean staring up at the stars and pretty soon you see patterns in the randomness, Ice had thought. Hell, he’d never been able to see those shapes in the constellations, those patterns in the chaotic night sky.
But right now, in the midst of absolute fucking chaos, everything made so much sense it terrified him. The patterns of this insane mission suddenly connected to form pathways that seemed to be leading them to something climactic.
Ice’s own climax was approaching now, his fingers digging deep into Indy’s cushioned sides as he pumped and thrust. She was yelping with each inbound stroke, pushing her ass back into his hips to meet his violent drives like she was trying desperately to match his strength. Each back-and-forth pass through her slick passage sent shivers of sublime ecstasy through Ice’s flexed body. Every cell in every muscle seemed to be participating in the act, and in his drug-frenzied clarity Ice suddenly saw how sexual energy truly was the fundamental force of physics, that everything was vibrating waves of pulsing energy, thrusting and thrashing, bumping into each other and spinning away only to be pulled back together and dragged away again, in and out, together and apart, left and right, day and night, fight and flight, spirit and flesh, heaven and hell, man and woman . . .
And Ice was lost again in his woman, his own name spinning away into the ether along with his identity. He was nothing but pure masculine energy now, relentlessly reaching for the only thing that could complete him, the other side of the foundational energy that gave the universe its spin, gave the day its night, gave the darkness its light.
Around them the lazy dogs had morphed into rabid wolves, the cages transformed into dark woods, the silent baggage moving like creatures of the forest skulking through the shadowy trees. Ice watched his thick tree-trunk of a shaft exit halfway and then drive back into her, its dark glistening shape disappearing beneath her quivering rear globes, their motion taking them closer to a climax that Ice could swear meant more than sex, involved more than flesh, was an act that would seal their fate, a joining that would heal her hate.
Suddenly Ice saw it like a vivid vision, saw Indy’s bottled-up hatred which was primitive and primal, the unspeakable anger of that abandoned infant, the confused rage of that betrayed baby, the dark despair of that forsaken fledgling. He saw it like it was a real creature of density and weight, a creature that had been fighting for its life but was now fading with every forward thrust, retreating as their release drew near, about to be overcome not by the violence of their coupling but by the force of their love.
A love that united those twin halves of sex and violence into one unsplittable atom of invincible energy, love so powerful that it gained its own physical form, became a creature in its own reason and right, a beast with its own power and might, the only way they could win this fight, the only weapon that could make hate take flight.
Love.
Ice exploded.