Elias was still sitting at the table, staring up at her as she towered over him. He drank in her naked body, the beauty of it leaving him speechless. At 6’3”, she stood half a foot taller than him—her thighs were thick with muscle, firm with strength but still soft and supple. The wide hips and full chest that all lacravida possessed gave her an aura of fertility—breasts huge and round like they were made to be tasted, nipples already standing erect.

  They weren’t the only things that were.

  She slowly stepped around the table towards him, hips swaying casually like she had all the time in the world. Her bare skin shimmered faintly in the low light, lacquered by the warmth still clinging to the clay walls. Ever assertive, she pushed his chair back away from the table.

  She bit her lip, eyeing the towel that refused to stay down in his lap any longer.

  One of her hands reached up and ran fingers through his hair, the other tracing a finger slowly down his chest. It reached the edge of the towel, then delicately plucked it from his skin.

  He didn’t protest.

  In fact, his breath hitched as she touched him—he inhaled the scent of her. When aroused, her race emitted pheromones to amplify their partner’s pleasure.

  And they fucking worked.

  His skin felt alive as his body began to ache for hers. The fingers in his hair gripped gently, and she pulled his head back to kiss him. Not one of love though—one of hunger.

  Their tongues danced together, wet and delicious as he put his hands on her—one caressed a hip, reaching behind, and the other slipped between her legs.

  She let out a small cry of pleasure as he began playing with her. It was a monumental feat for him to be able to hold out long against the magnificent bodies of such creatures. So he had made sure he knew how to even the playing field.

  She pulled his hair and broke their mouths apart, only to pull his face into her chest a moment later. Her breasts were massive, full and round—the perfect mix of firm and soft. His mouth opened wide and found a nipple.

  She gasped again as he sucked, his tongue circling the stiff peak. Her hips shuddered a few short moments later as he claimed the first victory of the night.

  She pulled him away from her breast, mouth detaching with a wet pop. Reaching down, she wrapped a hand around his pulsing length. Pulling gently, she asserted control and guided him to his feet. Her hand stayed there as she used it to lead him through the room to the couch, but she didn’t let him sit.

  Amalia lowered herself down to her knees, crouching low and arching her back so her chest stuck out more pronounced. Her hands moved to his thighs, and explored his skin while purposely avoiding where he yearned for their touch most. She inhaled deeply along the length of him, letting her soft cheek brush barely against it. The sensation caused it to pulse harder, veins pronounced as he ached for her to stop teasing him.

  Mouth opened wide, her tongue extended fully and she exhaled onto his balls, sucking them in a moment later. She rolled them around inside with her tongue as her nails dug into his skin. Then she began moving up, running her wet tongue from base to tip.

  He was already about to explode.

  Her hands slid around to caress the inside of his thighs as her mouth alone worked just the tip of him.

  It was too much.

  He felt it begin to surge forth and he didn’t even try to stay quiet. He let her know how good it felt as the first blast shot out and landed across her nose and cheek. She didn’t miss any of the rest, quickly taking his entire length into her mouth—pushing past her own resistance to sink to the hilt.

  Waves of pleasure crashed over him as he came hard down her throat. His body convulsed slightly as he fought to even keep standing. She pushed him back onto the couch with her nose still pressed to his pubic bone, and sucked more as several final pulses crashed out of him.

  She withdrew slowly, maintaining suction and pulling as much out as she could.

  Elias’ chest was rising and falling rapidly with deep breaths as he tried to recover. Her pheromones entered his nose once more as he fought for air, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he was ready again. He looked down at her and was met with a lustful gaze as she proudly admired her work, a sinful smile across her face.

  “You have—ah” Elias struggled between breaths to get the words out. He pointed to his own cheek. “You have a little something.”

  Amalia kept her eyes on him and slowly raised one hand to drag a single finger through the prize he had left on her. She pulled some of it into her mouth, exaggerating as she licked her finger. Then she said: “It’s not fair that I’m the only one eating.”

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  She left the rest of it on her face and stood up.

  “Uh oh,” Elias said.

  From his place seated on the couch, it was the perfect height as she stood in front of him. Stance wide, she reached out with both hands and grabbed his head, pulling his face to the heat between her legs. She was slick before he even got there.

  If the scent of her pheromones was alluring, the taste of her now was intoxicating, driving his body into arousal ten times as hard. He moaned into her skin as he felt himself grow hard again, working relentlessly all the while to return her act of service.

  He ran his hands up her thighs, reaching around and caressing her ass as he worked diligently.

  “Fuck,” she let out breathlessly as he brought her closer to the edge. The hands on the back of his head pulled him tight as he forced her off the cliff. Elias couldn’t help but smile as the sound of her voice rang out several sharp times, waves crashing throughout her body.

  She collapsed onto the chaise, lying on her back as her chest rose and fell—breaths heaving with pleasure.

  “Good boy,” she gasped with a smile.

  After several moments, she beckoned him closer with one finger. Her huge breasts were standing firm with arousal. She opened her legs for him.

  “Come here,” Amalia said.

  He waited.

  She liked to start out in charge and he found he liked it too. It was nice, someone else taking charge and not deciding what needed to be done—being taken care of after a long day of providing care.

  But usually after she’d finished a couple times, she flipped. Now it was his turn to take care of her, the way she needed.

  Her hand ran up her torso, cupping a breast as her orgasm kept working through her.

  “Elias,” she said, her tone slightly less commanding now. “Please come here.” Amalia moved her hips around, attempting to entice him between them.

  Had she done this before getting him first, he probably couldn’t have resisted. But now…

  “Like that?” Elias asked casually, gesturing to her as she laid on her back. “I don’t think so. Not after that display you put on picking up the book case.”

  Amalia bit her lip as she grinned wide. Then she took the hint and rolled over. She arched her back and stuck her ass up in the air towards him, legs parted so he could gaze upon her like a work of art.

  “That’s better,” Elias told her, standing from the couch.

  Gently, she wiggled her hips back and forth. “What are you waiting for?”

  “To make sure you want it.”

  A hungry groan escaped her. She only pretended to hate begging.

  “Please,” she finally let out, more an exhale than a word.

  “What was that?” His tone was slightly stern now.

  “Please,” Amalia said louder.

  “Please what?”

  She gripped the chaise hard, face against the couch and ass in the air. A small trail of slick escaped her, dripping down onto the floor. “Gods Elias, please fuck me.”

  “Good girl.”

  He stepped up, throbbing once more, and pressed the tip against her.

  “Hah—!” she cried out at his touch.

  He put one hand on each hip, pushing her ass apart as he slowly began to press forward. She stopped waiting and pressed her hips backward, slamming his entire length inside. They both cried out as their bodies pressed into one another.

  For a moment, neither of them moved.

  He pulsed within her. She clamped around him, the last orgasm still subtly wearing off.

  He gradually pulled his hips backward—she writhed lightly against the couch.

  Elias sank to the hilt again and Amalia cried out.

  He bit back a groan and moved gradually. He thrust with the kind of pressure that said he wasn’t in a hurry. Neither of them had anywhere they needed to be except right here for the rest of the night.

  Elias slid his fingers around her thighs where her legs bent, grabbing her hips like a harness. Holding her there, he moved rhythmically, riding the stress out of both of them as a low moan tore from her throat, gasping in pleasure.

  “Fuck yes,” Amalia’s voice was primal.

  He moved faster.

  They were building together. Their first orgasms were them comforting each other. Softness as friends told each other that everything was alright after learning their home may be doomed. The second he gave her willingly as thanks.

  Now they were working through some shit.

  Amalia rocked her hips in time with his as he fucked the stress out of her. He lightly massaged her ass with his thumbs, circular motions in time with his thrusts. Then he pushed on the small of her back and moved her down onto her belly, still working in her as he fucked her prone.

  He thrust harder, rougher—until her breath caught in that sweet, trembling way he knew meant that she was close. He leaned forward and lightly bit her shoulder—her whole body arched beneath him, one hand clutching the blanket, the other shooting up to grab his hair again. His hand reached around to grab a handful of one of her massive plump breasts.

  And then they came.

  Amalia cried out and Elias let out a low grunt as he spilled forth into her. Once, twice, three hard bursts followed by two smaller ones. It felt like he was filling her with everything he had as her curvy body milked it out of him—all he had left to give.

  Her moan cracked open in the middle and she came around him with a heat that made him swear under his breath.

  For a while, neither of them moved. Just slow breaths, sticky skin, and the sound of their pulses trying to find their rhythm again. Eventually, he withdrew and she flipped over, pulling him down to rest on her chest. Her fingers lightly raked through his hair as they laid there content. He wasn’t sure what tomorrow held after the crazy day they had, but he knew he was glad to have her as a friend.

  He cared for her, and she for him, but he never expected more than this: companionship in a quiet storm. They’d both be with others, he would keep waiting for the woman he loved, and they would remain good friends.

  And that was okay.

  Tonight, though, she held him close. And he let her.

  He nuzzled deeper into her chest and fell asleep.