Alt Ending: A change of heart

But does it have to be the end?

Lavorra hums happily, one small finger tracing Skrain’s defined pectorals, and the jutting ridges that run down his sternum. To anyone else, they might seem harsh and frightening, but in this wonderful moment, they are beautiful.

She presses her lips to a bump of bone where his chest meets his stomach, kissing it tenderly. But it isn’t just in this moment, is it?

She turns her head, rich red hair cascading over his orange skin. His head is tipped back, his strong jaw visible. Slowly, he looks down at her, and smiles.

She isn’t in love with Skrain. She’s lucid enough to know that. But he is in her heart. And she feels that, given time… there’s a very, very good chance that she will fall for him.

Hard.

It isn’t love. Yet. But his gentleness, his personal battle to find redemption and to help the women of the village calls out to her.

She realises with a tingling between her legs that she needs more. And that she isn’t ready to say goodbye just yet.

“I changed my mind.” She murmurs, breath playing over his chest. He hand slides down, fingers running over his length. “I need you back inside me. I need you to stay inside me.”

He meets her eyes. Though clearly elated at her change of heart, he does seem a little concerned.

“Are you sure? What about Melira?”

“She’ll stay too I expect. We all need to do a lot of healing. And I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather do it than by your side.” She sits up, the supple flesh of her chest shifting, her nipples hard and eager again. “If you’ll have me.”

She grins, and he returns the smile as he detects the double meaning. “As often as you like. If you’re truly sure.”

“Truly.” She nods, cheeks flushing, watching as he sits up, then moves forward on his hands and knees, approaching her. His lips meet hers, and she opens to him, tongue caressing his once more, gasping as she feels his hand between her legs, then the gentle pressure as he eases her onto her back this time.

He follows, powerful arms either side of her as he looms protectively over her. She bites her lip, letting out a breath of appreciation as she runs a hand over his forearm, and up his bicep.

“Gently please. At first.” She asks him, eyes meek and tender, but knowing that she doesn’t need to remind him.

“And if I’m inside you… when I finish?”

“Will you be able to?”

“There are some benefits of Daemon blood. And, ‘Vorra, it’s you. It’s going to be damned hard to hold myself back.”

That makes her smile, and then she squeaks, gripping him, hands on his back, as he slides inside her. Her pussy devours him eagerly, wet and more than ready for him, suffering from an ache that eclipses any of the pain inflicted recently. A good ache.

“Flatterer.” She gasps. Then she moans, as she feels him lifting her legs, and she wraps them urgently around his waist, thighs almost level with her torso, ankles crossed at the small of his back, pulling him deeper.

“You feel so right.” He groans, his face so very close to hers, pausing for a moment to kiss her hungrily, “And you take it so well. You’re doing so well.”

She grips his good horn, trembling with pleasure at the praise he showers her with, murmuring Elvish words of adoration into his ear. It seems to excite him further, and she feels him pulse inside her already. Every inch of her is wrapped tight around every inch of him, and her tits quiver and bounce as he thrusts slowly into her.

He speaks to her again, and though she can’t quite make out the muttering, she feels the soothing sounds of his praise and worship, and clutches him tightly, eyes tight shut as she tumbles into bliss.

She rocks against him, meeting his hips, his swollen, urgently throbbing balls slapping against her as he quickens his pace. His arms are around her too now, practically lifting her up as he bends over her, her breasts and bottom shaking and clapping.

Her back arches, as she tries to take in all of him, and her very womb aches, silently begging for what’s to come.

“‘Vorra.” He calls her again, and she hums happily in reply, enjoying the nickname, “Last chance. Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She gasps. “I need you. Fill me. Make me yours and keep me, as long as you’ll have me.”

He curses with a growl of pleasure at her words, sending a shiver of arousal coursing through her even as she feels herself tipping over into another orgasm. He cums deep inside her, and the sensation is enough to send her over the edge, moaning into his ear and shaking under him. She can feel him rushing inside her, a river of seed coursing into her belly, filling her just as she begged him to.

“Oh Gods.” She whimpers, clutching him still, as he slumps against her, spent. He is heavy, but the weight of him is so very comforting. And the feeling of him still inside her - cock and cum - is heavenly.

She stays like that for a long time, arms and legs wrapped around him, sighing and shuddering in the aftermath of pleasure. Eventually, he detaches himself carefully, earning a soft whine and a sleepy pout from her.

“Going to get us some water.” He murmurs breathlessly. “I won’t be long.”

He stoops to kiss her forehead, then her lips when she pulls him closer. Grabbing a blanket for his waist, he pads out of the tent.

Lavorra bundles herself up in the blankets, a smile of pure contentment on her freckled face as she snuggles into their nest. The smell of Skrain and of sex is thick in the air, and she drinks it in. Melira will understand, she’s sure. Zeya too, even if she affectionately reminds her what a slut she is.

Her hand drifts to her belly, warm and smooth and flat. For now. She can still feel him - not only where he leaks slowly between her thighs, but deep inside her. She’ll know soon, that’s the nature of his Daemonic seed. If she isn’t pregnant, it’s not the end of the world: she knows adventure and wanderlust will find her again at some stage.

But if she is…

Well, that wouldn’t be the end of the world either.

- The End -