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Wick was silent. His wings flexed distractedly as he stared in the direction of the mountains.

“I was born there,” he said. “I have not been back since I was small.”

Briar thought about saying something humorous, like not being able to imagine him small. But Wick looked so lost in thought. She patted the moss next to her instead.

“Well, let me take your mind off it,” she said, her voice dropping low and sultry.

That jolted Wick out of his thoughtful stupor. His head snapped toward her so fast that Briar giggled.

“Eager,” she commented. She sat up on her knees, grateful for the soft moss after many nights on the hard dirt. “Come on, big boy. Light my fire.”

He looked at her with that confused look that meant she had said another mortal phrase he didn’t understand, but he dropped obediently to his knees in front of her.

Briar took a moment to bask in it; even on his knees, he still towered over her.

His arms were as thick as her whole body, his claws as long as her fingers.

And yet he waited for her assent to touch her.

Briar grinned. “So. We’re going to do something different tonight.”

“Different,” Wick repeated.

His cock was already getting hard under his loincloth. Briar eyed it joyously and then focused back on his face.

“You might have noticed you are significantly larger than me,” she began. “And you know how much I enjoy that.”

“You have smelled less of fear the past few nights,” he agreed.

Briar held her smile in place. She didn’t want to be reminded that he could smell her emotions, and she definitely didn’t want to think about why she wasn’t scared of him anymore.

She should be scared. Scared was a sensible emotion when she was dealing with a literal monster.

And yet, she couldn’t help but trust the bony bastard.

“Nevertheless,” she said. “I don’t think I can take your cock tonight.”

Wick’s tail flicked in concern. “But your curse?—”

Said curse flared quietly in Briar’s gut. Not painful, not yet. But warm enough to make itself known, creeping forever toward her heart.

“Not in that hole,” Briar continued, cutting him off. “But thankfully, I have several. And thankfully, the curse counts ass fucking as sex.”

Wick’s tail stilled. For a moment, he said nothing, staring down at her while his fiery eyes swelled with light.

“Oh,” he said finally, his eyes smoking with heat. “Good.”

Briar was feeling especially grateful for the moss as she trembled against it some time later, her knees quaking with the effort of holding her up.

Her arms had given out several minutes ago. She crouched with her cheek pillowed on her arms, groaning with each pass of Wick’s giant fingers.

“How does it feel?” she panted. “Huh? Do I feel good on your fingers?”

Wick nodded. He was bent over her, kissing her shoulders in a way that made her want to turn around and grab him, start kissing him properly.

But he seemed to be greatly enjoying the revelation that he could kiss her body while he stretched her, and she couldn’t muster the effort to turn around right now.

“Feels different,” Wick said against her skin. “It doesn’t end like your other hole. Do you think I can fit all of me inside?”

Briar groaned and reached underneath herself to toy with her clit. “ Gods . Let’s find out.”

Wick hesitated. “But you said this hole isn’t wet enough.”

“Not yet.” Briar looked back at him, her cheeks burning with anticipation. “You can get hard again, can’t you?”

Wick nodded, confused.

Briar wiggled her ass, feeling her hole clench around his fingers. “Then get me wet, big boy.”

Wick blinked. Then he jerked back, pulling his fingers out of her so fast that Briar gasped. Her eyes fell to his hard cock, which was bright red and jumped under his touch.

“That’s it,” Briar coaxed as Wick gripped himself. “Come on me. Stuff it in my hole.”

Wick groaned. His head tipped back, his chest heaving as his hand blurred over his cock.

Briar watched it, panting against her arms. It conjured a hundred images of Wick doing this to himself alone in his cave, or his mountain, or wherever else he had lived over the centuries.

Millennia? Briar had always heard Skullstalkers lived for thousands of years, but he said he was younger.

Wick let out a low growl. A full-body shudder worked through him, his wings snapping out as he came, thick ropes of come splashing over Briar’s bare back.

Briar grinned. She waited for Wick’s fiery eyes to pry open again, then wiggled her ass.

“Messy,” she goaded. “Clean me up.”

Wick made an unintelligible noise and started running a finger through the come on her back, feeding it into her stretched hole.

Briar’s eyelids fluttered. She had mostly agreed with his “fitting” question to make him hot, but now she was genuinely giddy about the idea. Could he fit inside her like this?

Wick scooped another fingerful of come inside her. His eyes were half-lidded, his mouth hanging open as he watched it squeeze inside her.

“Remember to slick yourself up,” Briar reminded him.

Wick did, a growl cutting off in his throat. He gripped her hip and met her eyes questioningly.

Briar braced her knees against the moss. “Give me all you got, big boy.”

Wick’s hand trembled on her hip as he guided himself in.

Briar bit her arm in ecstasy as he started to thrust. Gently, as he always did at first. Working himself in. He’d stretched her for so long there wasn’t even a sting, just a powerful stretch as he pushed inside.

Briar cried out as the first ridge popped inside… then the second.

“Ohhhh gods ,” she groaned, her eyes falling shut. She curled her hands against the moss, ripping out soft tufts. Anal wasn’t often her preference, but the sensation of those ridges made it entirely worth it.

Wick leaned back to watch his cock vanish into her hole. A harsh growl ripped out of him, trailing off into a moan.

“You’re stretched so wide ,” he panted admiringly.

He pushed deeper. The third ridge popped inside, so fast that Briar yelled in shock. She tried to say something, but Wick was shoving inside with a roughness that could only mean one thing.

Briar pried her eyes open just as the amulet started to glow against the moss, lighting up the dark clearing.

Wick’s animal grunting grew quieter. His thrusts gentled, his hands trembling on her hips from holding himself back.

Good boy, Briar thought. But before she could say it, Wick’s arms were closing around her thighs and hauling her into his lap.

Briar’s yelp turned into a moan as he pulled her deeper onto his cock. Then he lifted her again, pulling her up and down on his cock.

Like a toy , Briar thought, dazed. Her mouth hung open in shocked pleasure, noises jolting out of her that she’d never heard herself make. She clung to his arms, her head falling back against his chest as he lifted her, dragging her back down and spearing her deeper and deeper.

We might really do it, she thought, feeling the tip of that fourth and final ridge bump against her entrance.

“So full ,” Wick slurred. “So full of me. Look .”

He hooked his chin over her head, staring down. Briar followed his gaze and cried out at the sight; every time he thrust inside, a bulge appeared in her stomach.

Briar gaped. She felt so full . And now she finally looked at it, her belly stretching with each thrust.

Wick growled desperately. His hot breath clouded over her hair, coming in hot gusts with every thrust. His thrusts stuttered, his noises getting louder.

The final ridge met her entrance again. Briar wriggled uselessly in his grip, straining to get it inside her on the downstroke.

“Please,” she heard herself say. “Gods, please give it to me. Give me all of it.”

Wick roared. The noise echoed around the clearing, making birds take off from trees. Briar barely noticed. He was so impossibly huge inside her, her clit throbbing with every thrust.

“Yes,” Briar groaned as Wick bounced her deeper. “Yes, just like?—”

Wick’s huge hand slapped over her mouth. He stilled with it, leaving Briar to whine and struggle against his iron hold.

Wick shushed her. It took Briar an embarrassingly long moment to realize his head was cocked. Listening.

She stilled along with him, trembling with effort. He was still inside her, that fourth ridge seated right against her entrance.

At first, there was nothing. Then the low murmur of voices. A man’s voice echoed near the clearing:

“What in the void was that?”