Page 166 of Savage Throne
Fuck yes.
We moved together, our bodies locked in a rhythm that was timeless, infinite, conspired by the universe.
The world around us dissolved.
There was no mountain.
No fireflies.
No battle waiting on the horizon.
There was only her, only us, only the way we fit together so perfectly that I knew it was fate.
I came hard into her, my cock buried deep into that wet pussy.
“Ohhh!” I spilled into that unbearable lush heat, her pussy milking me for everything I had. “Damn you! Oh God!”
It wasn’t just sex—it was something darker, deeper, a wild need that gripped me by the throat and wouldn’t let go.
My release further tore through me, leaving me shuddering as more cum shot out.
What was it about a woman’s body that could ruin a man, make him lose himself completely?
That soft, warm wetness, so inviting, so consuming, like a deadly temptress.
Moni’s pussy made me forget who I was, what I’d done in my life, and what I still had to do.
In those moments, there was nothing but Moni—her body taking all of me, her cries echoing in my ears, her nails raking down my back as if she wanted to mark me just as much as I wanted to mark her.
I groaned, low and guttural, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust one last time, burying myself so deep that I swore I could feel her heartbeat against the tip of my cock.
“Fuck, Moni.” I fell back and lay on the ground, absolutely spent.
“Mmmm.” She collapsed against me.
The crown fell off her head and tumbled to the ground.
Her skin was damp and warm against mine. My arms wrapped around her, holding her close as we both fought to catch our breath.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
The only sounds were the soft hum of the night and the steady thrum of our hearts, beating in unison.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you too.”
The fireflies continued their dance around us.
I relished in the warmth of her body pressed against mine. It was so comforting and consuming all at once.
Her soft weight lay sprawled over me, her breaths shallow and rhythmic as she rested her head on my chest.
My cock was still buried inside her, softened now, but neither of us moved to break the connection.
It felt too sacred, too raw, to let go just yet.
I let my fingers drift over her scalp, the smoothness surprising me, grounding me in a moment I hadn’t expected to feel so tender. “You shaved all the newly grown hair?”
