(Merrie, wake up!) Dixie's annoyed thoughts prickled with concern.
She groaned as she struggled to claw herself to consciousness. She didn't remember falling asleep or passing out, but the last she remembered wailing in despair as the bond broken. Merrie tried to open her eyes, but she couldn't. Her lids felt like lead and she groaned with the effort. (Dixie?)
(Wake up later, I need you to scan now.)
(What happened?)
Impatience blasted through her. (Your shields were leaking and we couldn't scan the wards with you sobbing all over. So my mistress knocked you out.) A heartbeat later, he continued wryly, (the regeneration charm finished healing you a bit ago. We managed to shove your guts back in your belly though.)
The image Dixie projected of her broken, limp body with a torn open abdomen bolted Merrie out of her struggles. She sat up with a scream. Pain radiated from her tail and she leaned to the side to get it out from underneath her as she pawed at her own stomach.
There was blood along her sides, where Tabitha's teeth pierced her sides. More blood splattered her from the battle, but there was no sign of the image Dixie projected.
She glared at him and Dixie smiled to himself.
(It got you up, didn't it?) He was in wolf form again, with blood matting his fur. He gestured to Tabitha who circled around them impatiently as she scanned the woods and growled. (Now, I need you to scan the area. And watch when my mistress tests her wards, we need to see if there are more attackers.)
Stunned by the sudden change in mood, she nodded.
A heartbeat later, the web of connections rippled out from Tabitha.
(Pay attention, Merrie.)
Merrie closed her eyes and cast out with her senses. She felt along the web of energy, watching as the tiny pulses came rushing back. Concentrating, she pick out each response, looking for the faked signature she felt before. They were all Tabitha and Merrie could find no sense of strangers in the magic.
(Again,) ordered Dixie with hints of Tabitha's voice mixing with his.
Tabitha sent out another pulse and Merrie inspected the energy as it came back. Nothing but Tabitha's power.
Before Dixie could order her, Merrie cast out her own senses. She was looking for non-bitches, just like before, and the energy rippled out from her. Tiny echoes, animals and Tabitha, bounced back, but otherwise it was silent. (I don't feel anything.)
Tabitha stopped and then jumped over Merrie. Merrie spun around as she watched the giant wolf vaulted over the wooden fence that marked the edge of the mill and charged for a large tree. Instead of crashing into it, the wolf disappeared with a slurp and was gone.
(She's getting Borias,) explained Dixie, (they need healers desperately.)
Merrie gasped as she spun back on Dixie. (Sable!?)
Dixie's body was just finished blurring and he was once again the small, naked male as before. His bright eyes focused on Merrie as he projected. (It's only been a few minutes since you last saw her. She isn't better.)
(Is she alive?)
Dixie shrugged. (Too early to tell. She did what she had to, even though she knew it could kill her.)
Tears burned in Merrie's eyes. She choked back a sob.
(Don't do that,) Dixie shot back while scratching his nose. He knelt in front of her, legs spread and tiny penis bobbing with his movements.
(But, this was all my fault!) The tears ran down her cheeks.
(Yes,) came the simple, deadpanned response.
(Thorn died because of me.)
(He was killed because he was in Grange's way. In battle, shock and fear is the best way to win a fight. Grange used Thorn simply to keep all the non-fighters out of the fight. Besides, Thorn was young and annoying.)
Merrie stared at Dixie for a long moment, struggling with the dispassionate thoughts he projected.
Dixie sniffed and looked around. (Listen. I just slaughtered twenty warriors with my teeth and claws. I have the blood of their throats still on my tongue.) His eyes glittered as he scanned the woods to the right. (In my life, I have killed thousands. I waged a war against a country, only to have it taken away from me because of someone I trusted. Those men knew they could die simply because Grange hired them to simply slow me down.)
(But, Thorn-)
(Do you remember what Bass said the first show?) A memory rose up, of Bass speaking as Tabitha loomed behind him. ("… but I promise this, we will never hurt you…")
Sniffing, Merrie nodded.
(When any of the trainers came to the mill, they had to make a promise to protect the pack with their lives.)
(But, Grange didn't.)
(And he died because of it. It just took a few days.)
(And Thorn?)
Dixie sighed and flicked his balls with one finger. (Thorn probably would have turned tail and run as soon as those warriors showed up. He was in it for the sex and nothing else. He was weak. And,) his lip pulled back, (after all this fighting is done, me and my mistress would have hunted him down and make sure he never broke a promise again.)
Merrie shivered at the intensity of Dixie's emotions. (Why?)
(No one hurts the pack.)
She had to look away to avoid Dixie's bright eyes. She stared into the forest, trying to orient herself. She found her eyes focusing on the fence and realized she knew where she was. It was the same section Tabitha had cropped her. She could even see the patch of red-stained grass where her hands and feet were ripped off. The memory of being fucked by the giant wolf came creeping up through her thoughts. A shiver of pleasure filled her. The half-remembered pain and pleasure gathered in her depths, searing at her insides as she let out a long shuddering breath. She had become less than human only a few meters away.
She frowned as she looked for the stake with her name on it. (Where is it?)
(Behind you.)
Merrie turned around and peered through the grasses. There was a fresh stake in the center of a clearing. She could see words carved on them, but she knew what they would say. Shivering, she got on her knees and wrists and crawled over.
“Happy Cunt” and a date on one side and “Merrie” on the other.
(She named you even though we aren't keeping you.)
(Why?) She wiped a sudden tear from her eye.
Jealousy tinged his thoughts. (Because she fell for you.)
She sniffed and gave him a slight smile. (What about you?)
(I can't wait until you leave.) Dixie looked away but she could sense a lie.
She turned back to her stake. She stroked it with the severed end of her arm, a reminder that she had been torn apart only a few meters away. She shivered as a droplet of her excitement ran down her thigh.
Merrie looked for Dixie's stake, but couldn't find it. (Where is yours?)
(My mistress moved it to where I finally submitted.) Merrie got a sense of distance, at least a hundred kilometers away and on top of a cliff. There was a storm of emotions attached to his submission. He kept them to himself, but Merrie knew she felt a similar maelstrom when she looked at the blood-stained ground.
(Why was it here?)
(Some things must not be forgotten.)
She remembered what Borias said when she was spying on them. She looked at the ground and felt a hint of energy buried deep beneath the ground. It was bright and searing, but hidden far below her. (Bass' holy symbol?)
(Yes.)
(Why didn't he destroy it when-) She didn't know what happened. (When he fell?)
(Bass was the strongest paladin Lemitri had ever had. Every promise he made to her was whispered over it. Every time he defended someone or killed in her name, it was around his wrist. He fought three gods in her name, and killed an avatar with that symbol. It has accumulated and gathered his faith until had become a relic in itself.)
Merrie felt ashamed and didn't know why.
Dixie sighed and crawled over to her. He looked at the stake, then reached out to straighten it. (It all comes down to promises. Destroying that symbol would have broken every promise he made to her. You saw what happened when he breaks a promise, now imagine breaking thousands at once. It would kill him. So, instead of dying in a single act of defiance, he buried it and pretended it doesn't haunt him every time he wakes up.) He chuckled and his large ears twitched. (Pathetic, really. He couldn't take the heroic death.)
Merrie glanced over to him. (Then why didn't you die heroically, Warlord of Blood River? Why are you naked and someone's bitch?)
Dixie glanced at her, a glare on his face. Slowly, it faded into sadness. (I'm pathetic too, when you get down to it. But, unless you want your ass raped again-)
Merrie clenched at the memory. Her pussy grew wetter with the thought of being pinned helplessly to the ground. It was a seductive thought, to surrender and roll over, to pretend she was nothing but a simple bitch again. She took a long, deep breath. She couldn't ever go back. Regarding Dixie, she was surprised to see not even a shred of magic around his frame. (I thought you couldn't transform?)
(Before my mistress, I was a fighter. No magic, no powers. To transform, I need my mistress' powers much like Sable. But where Sable can tap into her own personal stores,) a bit of jealousy tinged his thoughts, (I have to gather a reservoir of power. Obsidian disrupts that and I burn through power too fast.) He shrugged, (When my mistress is here, I pull directly from her.)
Merrie smiled and inched forward. She ran her lips along his tiny shoulder and kissed him. (And you like being a wolf.)
Dixie pulled back and guarded his thoughts.
She sat on her rear with her tail free to wag, and stared at the tiny man in front of her. He was older than her, probably a lot older, but he still looked like a little boy. Dixie's gaze went from one side of the woods to the other, scanning warily even though it was safe.
(What's-) Merrie stopped when she felt Dixie wasn't listening. He was shielding against her and the soft, spongy feel of his mental defenses were disturbingly like a wall of bloody flesh.
Turning away, she lowered herself to the ground. The grasses tickled her naked breasts and teased her pussy as she settled down. She tried to ask Dixie a question again, but he still refused to listen. Annoyed, she pushed harder against his shield and felt it give.
She pulled back, not wanting to probe. But, without someone to talk about, she kept reliving the sight of seeing Sable using her domination ability and blood pouring from her ears and eyes. It could have killed her and Merrie was helpless to do anything to stop or prevent it. If she didn't freeze, maybe Sable would still be safe.
Merrie tore her thoughts away from the dark spiral she was heading into. Desperate not to think about Sable, she concentrated on exploring Dixie's shields. It was a puzzle but something she could do. She could feel how he used his own anger and violence around himself, protecting his mind with the indifference of years and the jaded mind of a warrior. She found places where the shield was weaker, like the spot where two blankets overlapped to let in the cool air. She closed her eyes and began to worm her way into his thoughts.
(… isn't good at all. She's about ready to bond with anything with a heartbeat. Why can't that damn fair be sooner? At this rate, she'll start bonding with the other bitches and we can't have it. It would ruin her… ruin all of them. Damn it, why did he have to find another alpha? Why does she have to have magic too? I can't let her stay, I can't have her get my mistress. I like her, though. Damn it, Irontail, you can't fall for her. She's a human, she's nothing…)
Dixie's inner thoughts were raw and visceral. He played back the battle from his point of view, relishing the blood but also picking apart every jump and every attack. He was trying to figure out how to kill the men faster. He blamed himself for Sable also. And underneath everything, there was a current of sexuality, a desire to fuck or be fucked.
Surprisingly, his inner turmoil helped Merrie relax. He was scared like her, but he was confidence in his own skills and his mistress. Dixie would protect her–did protect her–when someone tried to hurt her and she didn't have the worlds to thank him. She nestled up to his thoughts, not really listening to them, but just basking in his presence. It was a balm against her own ragged fears.
She smiled and shifted in place. Her leg brushed against the stake and she took to exploring it with the end of her ankle, enjoying the feel of the rough wood. She couldn't remember being cropped anymore, the pain had already faded, but the idea of being pinned to the ground and having her hands and feet torn off brought back the warm slickness between her legs.
Dixie's thoughts cut through her musing sharply. (You're in here, aren't you? Reading my thoughts?)
Merrie tensed but didn't open her eyes. Her tail pressed hard against the ground and she felt a shiver of fear coursing along her veins. She squirmed slightly and tried to calm her suddenly rapid breath.
(Why?)
Merrie cracked open her eye to see Dixie glaring at her. (It was comforting.)
(You broke into my shields for comfort?)
She cringed. (I'm scared. I didn't know what to do.)
(Grow a pair of fucking balls, then.) His anger tore at her. (You're an alpha. This is what your life now. Get used to it. There is always going to be blood and violence. Unless you get a weak-willed master like Piffin, your master's fights are your fights. He will be attacked and you will defend. You'll do it because it is what you'll have to do, because you want to save him. But if you go wandering around and acting like some spoiled princess, I'm going to rip out your throat right here and prevent you from wasting some master's time!) Merrie whimpered at the assault of his thoughts. She pressed herself to the ground tightly, unable to escape his mental diatribe.
(You were given these powers for a reason, but all you do is crawl around on your belly and be pathetic. You have telepathy, you can project. You have magic that I wished I had almost every day of my life and you are just using it for a bit of sex and turning on some fucking submissives! And at the first sign of violence, you pee yourself and crawl on your belly! You aren't any better than Thorn, but at least you didn't run away so I could have hunted you down!)
Tears ran down her cheeks. (I-I-)
(Exactly! You aren't a fucking alpha. You're nothing but a submissive little bitch. You don't deserve anything you have and if it wasn't for my mistress, I would have broken my collar and slit your throat in your sleep!)
She sobbed. Her arms pawed at the ground as she gathered up her own anger. Trembling, she pushed herself to her knees. (You weren't always a warrior, Irontail!)
He froze as memories came drifting through her thoughts. He was a young man when he earned the name. It was also the first day one of his tribe's wolves let him ride.
Panting, she shoved forward. (I bet you weren't always the great fighter you are today, were you?) As she projected, she slammed into his thoughts, forcing her way in to prove the point she knew was there.
A raw memory came up, of a tiny Dixie screaming. He was crouching on a tree limb, looking down at a battle. Tiny Copir fought with humans and blood stained the snow crimson. It was an evenly matched battle, with the Copir and their wolves attacking humans while trying to push them away from the giant tree house they called home.
But, Dixie's eyes were locked on one fight. At the foot of the tree, a female Copir was struggling with a woman warrior. It was Dixie's mother and she was losing. Blood soaked her face as she parried desperately with a curved blade. Sparks rang off as the female warrior slammed down again and again, pounding her into the ground.
Then, the warrior got in a lucky blow and her blade slammed into Dixie's mother, severing her arm. Blood splattered out as the tiny Copir let out a high-pitched scream.
And it was answered by a scream from across the battle. Dixie snapped his head around to see a dark haired Copir abandon one battle to race toward Dixie's mother. It was his father, Steel Eyes. He slashed through humans as he clawed to save Dixie's mother.
Tears ran down Dixie's face as he watched the woman warrior smile with triumph. She brought up her blade and the blood ran down the edge of steel.
Dixie could have done something, he could have tried, but he remained clutching the tree. Helpless as he watched a human stab his mother in the throat and twist the blade to finish the kill.
Steel Eyes was too late, but he took out his revenge. His blade came up between the woman's legs and buried deep. With a word that refused to be remembered, he set off a spell and the woman exploded from the inside in a dull thump of power.
(Stop!) Dixie's thoughts slammed into Merrie. He staggered forward, then slapped her hard across the face. “Don't ever do that!”
Agony spreading from the impact, Merrie crawled back. She stopped when the stake pressed against her sex. (I'm sorry!)
With a start, she realized her skin was tingling. (W-What happened?)
(You were in my… shit, you were bonding.)
She felt a wrenching sensation as Dixie cut her off with a twist of his mind. It was like all the pain and distance used to break the bond before hit her at the same time. The empty feeling slammed into her and she gasped for breath as a moan ripped from her throat.
When she could breathe again, she projected, (How!? You're an alpha.)
(You're a fucking supernatural submissive! How do you think it happens!?) Dixie let out a snarl as his anger burned her mental senses. “Fuck,” grumbled Dixie as he slumped down, the telepathic connection breaking with his vocalized word.
(I-)
“No telepathy,” he snapped.
Merrie whimpered. She couldn't speak to him, couldn't ask questions. She wanted to apologize, even as the tingling faded along her skin. She felt empty, a hole that would never be filled. Curling up, she clutched herself and sobbed.
“Damn the ancestors.” A tiny hand rested on her shoulder. “Speak” His voice was calmer, but the anger still raged inside, “There, now you can ask your annoying questions. But, no more projecting, no more thoughts, okay? No more bonding.”
Head buried against her knees, Merrie nodded.
Dixie took a deep breath. He withdrew his hand and Merrie listened to him shifting in place. Then, the rustle of grasses stopped. She peeked through her hair to see him lying on the ground, on his back and staring at the sky.
“It's fucked up, isn't it? I was one of the greatest warriors and now I'm someone's bitch. All because I'll die if I lost my mistress.”
“Die?”
He chuckled and stretched out. “Cancer can't be healed by magic. It takes a miracle of the gods to cure it and I haven't made any friends up there,” he gestured to the sky. “The only reason I'm alive is because of the bond between me and my mistress. My life has been tied in with hers. When she dies, I'll die. Much like Sable and,” he looked at her with sad eyes, “you'll die when your master passes on. Alphas live as long as their master and no longer. The same with familiars, actually.”
Merrie shivered at the memories of Borias' Cici dying. “Why?”
He shrugged. “You give everything to them. Your heart, your soul, your love. They become your entire world and then,” he paused for a moment, “you stop feeling the collar one day. You just love them with all your heart and there is no more conditions, no hesitation. You,” he sniffed, “just find yourself in this place where you don't think, you just are. When I bonded,” his voice grew soft, “I couldn't fight her anymore. I didn't growl when I had to go on my knees and I gave up my ass to anyone she wanted, because she…” He gulped. “I would die for her.”
Dixie stopped speaking but Merrie couldn't find the energy to say anything. She slumped down on the grass and watched the Copir as he stared at the sky. The buzz of insects teased her senses and she felt a butterfly land on her back.
“Sable,” Merrie jumped at his words, “told me that she warned you off. That you would kill Bass if you bonded.”
“Is-” she hesitated to see if the collar would punish her, but it didn't. “Is it true?”
Dixie shook his head. “Yes and no. Bonding with Bass would be the greatest thing in your life. And for five, maybe ten years, you would be happier than you had ever been.”
“What happens in ten years?”
“He's an old man, Merrie. Thriban usually live past forty and he's almost sixty.”
Merrie frowned. Bass didn't look like an old man.
“Having magical healing most of your life slows down the aging, but the threads of your span are measured the day you are born. No magic can prevent that final death, only necromancy. And even that,” he scratched his nose again, “would break the bond between them. Sable knows that. You are too young to bond to Bass.”
“She isn't that…” Merrie was going to say “old” but she remembered that Sable had a daughter. “How old is she?”
“Forty-nine, I think.”
“But she looks like she's in her twenties.”
Dixie chuckled. “Part of the bond with alphas is our appearance. We look as old as our masters want us to be. It isn't fast or sudden, not like shape-changing, but as the years past, we become their ideal form. Sable remained cropped because Bass wants her to be. I'm not cropped even though my mistress ripped off my arms and legs on that cliff,” his voice grew softer, “eight years ago.”
“What's it like,” whispered Merrie, “to bond?”
Dixie rolled on his side to look at her. “I can't explain it other than to say, it feels like letting go. Before you bond, that won't make sense, and after it will, but then it's too late. Don't worry about it, it will happen soon enough.”
She worried her lip and lifted her head. “What is going to happen to me?”
“I don't know. You almost bonded with me. I think you are about to reach your potential, which means the fair can't come soon enough. I suspect, there is going to be some very hard questions asked in the next day and someone,” he pointed to her, “is going to be very miserable until they decide.”
Merrie shivered. “What's going to happen to me?”
“No idea, but I'm guessing you're going back in the cage. Borias can shield that, at least.”
She whimpered. “I hate that thing. I get so horny and I can't come.”
“And it will be worse. The more you mature as an unbonded alpha, the more anyone with even a hint of dominance over you will trigger the bonding. If Seven mounts you or Cock Diver pins you in play, you'll reach out for them. If we let it go long enough, you'll bond to anything with a coherent thought in their head. A cage has no thoughts, no emotions. You can't bond to it.”
“I'm scared.”
“I know, but just another week or so. Just a few more days and you'll be sold.”
“I can't take a week of the cage.”
He smiled. “Yes, you can.”
The memory of the cage, the torturous pleasure that refused to crest, rose up. She bumped up against her stake, stroking it like a bar of the cage. Her pussy lips clung to the rough wood and the edge of the stake ground against her clitoris.
Dixie watched her hump the stake for a moment, then rolled onto his back again. He closed his eyes.
“Dixie?”
“Yes, Merrie?”
“I'm sorry for reading your thoughts.” She continued to rub as she watched him.
“I'm sorry you had to see that. And if you tell anyone, I'll kill you.”
Nothing was said for long minutes. Merrie continued to slide herself up and down the stake. It grew wet with her juices. She knew she couldn't come, but the pleasure was the only comfort that she knew.
“I know,” she looked up as Dixie smiled, “if you weren't in danger of bonding and I could transform, I'd be raping your ass right now instead of you polishing your stick.”
She chuckled but didn't stop moving. “You like my ass?”
“I've always been an ass man…. I'm at the right height. And a pretty set of lips. Pussy is okay, but if I'm not getting any, might as well ignore it.”
“You never fucked Tabitha?”
“Before Borias,” he sighed, “she wouldn't let a cock in her body.”
“Not even a blow job?”
“Nope.”
“Why?”
“Not my story.”
Merrie had grown slick with her thoughts. She smiled to him. “Want to fuck my ass?”
“I can't transform.”
“So?”
“I'm not very large.”
She grinned. “Then I won't feel like you're dominating me, will I?”
Dixie turned to glare at her.
“I won't bond, right?” Merrie tried to look innocent but she grew hot with the idea of being fucked. She stroked the stake between her legs, grinding down until the wood scraped against her throbbing clitoris.
“No.”
“Come on,” she beckoned for him, “You need to fuck.”
“No.”
Merrie slumped, disappointed. She stared at the grasses in front of her face and her thoughts grew darker. “I wonder if Sable is okay. She was bleeding-”
“I'll fuck your ass,” growled Dixie, “if you shut up.”
Merrie lifted her body to look at him. As much as there was a glare on his face, she could feel that he needed to relieve the edge of anxiousness that he felt. She smiled. “You're worried to?”
“Seriously, let me fuck your ass so you'll shut up.” He crawled to his hands and knees.
Merrie's tail began to wag. The low simmer in her pussy grew hotter as she watched the tiny silfae crawl over to her. His body was tiny and hairless, like a boy's, but she knew he was older than her.
As he crawled past her head, she was inspired and grabbed him. Her arms wrapped around his hips and she crossed her wrists at his tail.
(What the-?)
Merrie giggled as she pulled him close. She delved her head underneath his hips and lifted her mouth to his cock. (I want to taste it.)
Dixie let out a long, suffering sigh, but his cock grew with his own excitement.
She licked her lips, then lowered her mouth to his cock. Her tongue caressed the tiny little balls before sucking on each one. She giggled and pulled both of them into her mouth. (Yummy.)
(No telepathy,) grumbled Dixie as his cock grew hard against her chin. Precum leaked out of the tip and a droplet ran down her throat.
Merrie answered by pulling back, opening her mouth, and sucking his cock and balls into her mouth. His length, tiny but hard, pressed against her tongue. She swirled around it to lap at the sweet flavor leaking out of his tip.
His breathing grew deeper. He tried to reach around to grab her but his short limbs couldn't reach. He dropped his fingers to her nipples, grabbing them like reins.
She moaned and drew his legs on each side of her head so she could suck harder. She used her tongue to explore his entire length, from tip to balls. His tiny form felt delicate against her body and she pulled him closer, crushing him against her breasts.
(I'm not a fuck toy.)
Merrie bobbed on his hard cock. (Shut up and lick.)
Dixie twisted her nipples, sending a flair of pleasurable pain through he senses. “I can't reach, bitch.”
She curled her spine and wrapped her body around him. She lifted one leg as she drew his head down to her sex. Her position grew quickly uncomfortable, but at the first touch of his breath against her swollen sex, she let out a moan of pleasure.
(Fucking submissive,) grumbled Dixie with a hint of amusement. His tiny mouth clamped against her sex and he lapped. His tiny tongue lapped at her sex, tracing through every fold of her body.
She was already soaked but his ministrations sent a fresh surge of pleasure dripping out of her. She released his balls from her mouth and worked her lips around the base of his shaft. The hard length teased her mouth. She worked up saliva in her mouth and slid his cock in and out of her mouth.
He reached up with his arms. Fingers spread her lips apart, then tiny digits slipped into her sex.
Merrie moaned and let the cock pop out of her mouth.
(I didn't tell you-) his thoughts froze as he pulled away, (Damn it, I can't order you. I'm the alpha, damn it!)
An amused thought drifted through her mind. She knew what he was going to say. With a giggle, she used his own words, (I didn't tell you to stop licking,) she giggled, (bitch.)
There was brief moment where Dixie's urge to lash out rose up. Then, he sighed and lowered his mouth back to her sex.
(Fist me,) ordered Merrie with a rush of pleasure.
(Fuck off.) But, even as he ordered, Dixie's hand worked it way into her pussy. He swirled it around like a tiny cock before driving it deep. The wet slurp brought pleasure to Merrie. (Disgusting, your pussy is soaked.)
(Then fuck it harder.) She almost came at the idea of ordering Dixie around.
(That won't make it drier.)
(It will if I come.)
(Don't get ideas.)
(Then make me cum, bitch.)
Dixie delved his face into her sex, lapping as he rolled his face around her soaked sex. His arm pumped in and out with wet slurps.
The heat in her pussy grew as she curled tighter around him, pinning him in place with her legs. His cock was hard in her mouth and leaking profusely. She clamped her lips on the tip and sucked on it, trying to draw the sweat cream from his balls.
She sent out a command. (Fuck my ass.)
Dixie pulled his soaked arm from her pussy. A moment later, his slick fingers press against her asshole. She moaned as he shoved into her, the slickness driving deep into her tightly clenching hole.
(Oh gods, that feels good.)
He brought his other arm up and shoved it back into her pussy. His lips left her clitoris as he worked on pumping both arms.
She leaned into him, moaning as he alternated one thrust from the other. Her legs held him tight against her as he pumped her faster. Her body tensed around him, but the muscles in his arms easily forced his fists deep into her pussy and ass.
Merrie whimpered as the hard edge of orgasm rushed up. She clamped her thighs tightly around his head as she let out a long wail of pleasure.
In her mouth, Dixie's cock surged and splattered the back of her throat with the incredibly sweet taste of silfae cum. She gulped at it hungrily as she held him tight against her body, shuddering with the waves of pleasure that tore through her.
She drank from him until no more would come out. With a smile, she snuggled closer and closed her eyes. His rapid pulse beat against her own and could feel his arms still trapped in her body. She felt comforted with him tight against her naked skin.
Slowly, Merrie let herself drift off to sleep.
Dixie shifted against her breast as he tried to move his hips from her arms or his head from between her thighs. (Are you going to let me go?)
Merrie clutched him tighter, pulling him hard against her body. (No,) she thought with a smile, (… bitch.)