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I wake because Yaris is kissing my neck hungrily. We must’ve slept for a long time because it’s dark out now and I can hear the crickets from the forest. Starlight and moonlight filter into the room and the shadows are beautifully haunting. It smells like pine and snow, but more importantly, it smells like Yaris. His rich floral and cedar smell fills my nostrils, and a small moan escapes me. I shiver in his grip, my body quickly heating and awakening just for him.

Magnum was right—I do feel better after eating and sleeping, though an additional reason is because Yaris is feeling up my chest and my cock is responding. I shift and turn over so I can see him in the moonlight, and he is absolutely breathtaking. His pink eyes glow and his auburn hair looks particularly angelic in the white light. The red shines through and the contrast with his pointed coal black horns arouses me. I don’t hesitate to press myself against him and moan as our lips clash. We’re past gentleness and straight to ornery passion.

He leans into me as his lips capture mine, biting softly and panting as he offers tongue. I take it and rut lightly, my cock impossibly hard as he runs his fingers along my back and to my ass.

“Yaris,” I gasp. “Oh, fuck. Yaris.”

I don’t understand why he wants me so badly—why, out of every human alive, he decided on me. But I can’t find myself too distracted by that train of thought as he worships me with kisses and strips my clothing until I’m bare. He strips himself next and all of his cedar-bronze skin is exposed to me, perfect and whole save for that twisted scar on his chest. His muscles are tense and tone, defined as well as any stone statue. I groan as his cock pokes my stomach and then shudder with intense desire. Yaris palms my balls, and I shudder again, crying out as I soak the mattress with precum.

“Yaris,” I choke out, unable to beg for what I need. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

His hand moves to my ass, and he kneads my cheek, and I shiver, knowing what’s next, longing for it as I’ve longed for days. I was upset by what happened with… everything but having Yaris unconscious just has made me long for him, all of him, just one more time. Because I don’t know what’s next, but I know I’m his.

Yaris touches my taint, brushing it teasingly, and I’m not ashamed by the loud groan that produces. I bury myself in his neck and push against him with fervor. He casts some spell, and his finger is slick when it enters. I’m impossibly greedy for it all and push back some more, panting heavily.

Yaris chuckles, obviously amused.

“Slow down, sweetheart,” he purrs. “I have no desire to hurt you.”

“Dammit,” I gasp. “More, Yaris. Give me more.”

Yaris kisses me and obeys, giving me a second and third finger in rapid succession. The burn almost makes me nut and I cry out and scratch him so harshly he bleeds a little.

“Fuck,” I moan. “Yaris. You. I need you. Please. Please.”

Yaris withdraws his hand and eases me onto my back. He hovers above me, hands on each side of my head, and makes me wanton as he kisses and moans. I’m panting raggedly, my stomach slick from my precum, and my eyes blown with desire. Yaris pauses to slick himself up with that magical liquid before bracing himself, his head against my entrance.

“You… remember about my dick?” He says, stained from holding back.

“How could I forget?” I gasp, grabbing his ass. “The ridges are incredible. ”

He nods and eases in. His entry makes me burn, but it feels so good that I want more and thrust my hips. He groans and can’t seem to help himself anymore as he breaches me inch by inch. The ridges on his cock that rise every few centimeters massage my channel like a fucking siren’s song. The texture makes me shudder with each thrust and I have to grip the bottom of my cock, so I don’t just explode.

Yaris looks blitzed out on arousal and sex, and he braces himself on his elbows. He hits my spot with every single hip jerk, and I need it harder. I need him to consume me entirely.

“H-harder,” I beg. “Yaris. Please. Harder. P-p-please.”

He moans like a bed worker as he speeds up and my body jerks in rhythm with him.

“Yaris,” I barely recognize my own voice. “Yaris! YARIS!”

“Come,” Yaris commands, sweat on his brow. “Come, you little fuck.”

I release my cock, and it is aching with need. One, two, three thrusts later and I’m screaming his name, my channel clenching around him as my cock explodes and ribbons of desire hit my chin. I see stars and my body is on fire with passion as I spurt again and again, feeling an intense buzz overtaking me.

I’m vaguely aware of Yaris shouting as well, my name music on his lips as his heat fills me. A few moments later, I’m trembling as he licks me clean and then kisses me. He pulls out and I make a pathetic sound of protest, but I’m so sated that it hardly matters.

“How was that, sweetheart?” He murmurs, pulling me close.

How was it? It was the most perfect sex I’ve ever had. Ever.

I look at him, dazed.

“Perfect,” I whisper and stroke his cheek. “You’re perfect.”

His smile outshines the stars and the moon. It is equal parts thrilled and shy, an attractive look on him. And I’m the one who put it there. Me. I somehow have sway over this perfect, otherworldly being and it makes as little sense to me as anyone wanting me.

“Good,” he whispers. “Because I am just getting started.”

And then he envelopes me with his big frame and we become thoroughly lost in each other.