Lux wants to keep going

Lux holds Fionn to her body for a while, feeling his heartbeat as it settles down from the excitement of his climax. When he finally finds the strength and presence of mind to withdraw from her, he needs a little help from Apalos to get back to his feet. It’s a moment of disappointment for Lux, who’s suddenly aware of the cold air on her bare skin – but a heat is still present inside her, and Apalos is right there…

He takes her hand and sits her up, while he hunkers down to her level. She licks her lips as she meets his eyes, still panting for breath.

“Yes,” she says, finally.

He smiles. “I didn’t ask you anything.”

“Whatever you’re thinking of asking,” she mumbles. “Yes, please.”

His finger strokes her cheek, and he chuckles. “Didn’t they ever warn you about making deals with the fey?”

“Apparently not.”

He leans in to plant a small kiss on her lips. “Well then. I feel like I should at least ask your name.”

Lux feels her cheeks heat up as she realises she didn’t even get that far before she started rubbing her tits on Fionn. “It’s Lux.”

“Lux.” Apalos smiles and nods. “So, some more wanton fucking, is it?”

Lux swallows hard. “Yes. Please.”

He straightens up, tugging at her hand to bring her to her feet as well. This close, she becomes fully aware of how big he is compared to her – she can barely tilt her head back far enough to see past his chest. Her heart is racing. She hopes her instincts about him are correct, because his sheer advantage in strength – and the size of the hard cock that now pokes up at the underside of her tits – would be positively frightening otherwise.

Willow, then Athisz, and now this – Lux has to consider, fleetingly, quite why she’s so eager to let someone have total power over her. But she certainly hasn’t hit a limit in this situation yet.

He guides her arms up to let her link her fingers, with difficulty, behind his neck, giving her a way to hold on. His hands close around the globes of her ass – big hands, but in that area Lux isn’t lacking either – and give a pleasant squeeze before he lifts her, supporting her weight easily. The movement takes her breath away as she finds herself face to face with him, embracing his neck; legs wrapping instinctively around his waist, boobs pressed against his mighty chest. But what really gives her goosebumps is the realisation that, now, she’s positioned just above that long, thick cock, one small movement away from penetration.

Apalos meets her eye – holding her up like this, he still isn’t breathing hard yet, but she can sense the tension in him waiting to be released. Yet even now, he takes nothing for granted, waiting for her signal. Lux’s heart flutters, a butterfly in the calm before the storm.

“Yes, please,” she repeats, feebly, aching for him to just –

She inhales sharply, shudderingly, as he lowers her down and she feels the thick, hard head pressing against – parting – entering –

It’s in. It keeps going in. Now she can see the beginnings of effort on Apalos’s face as he controls the pace, making sure it’s still pleasurable for Lux. It is. She gasps and squirms, unable to do anything to push herself down harder and faster, much as she wishes she could.

When he lifts her up again, beginning a slow, steady rhythm of strokes, she thinks that’s the limit. But the next stroke, and the next, feel as if they go deeper still. Overloaded with sensations, her hair hanging over her eyes, she can only gasp and pant and grunt like an animal. He’s hitting some magic spot inside her, over and over, and she can’t take it.

Distant voices from nearby echo her breathy cries as she climaxes, the sensation shaking her whole body as she hangs in Apalos’s grip. His length reaches as far into as anything ever could, each deep thrust driving air from her lungs. She’s not sure whether to call it one orgasm or several, but either way the sensation doesn’t have time to die down, as she is bounced helplessly on satyr cock.

Finally, though, even Apalos’s mighty strength nears its limit. His legs trembling too much to stay steady, he carefully lowers himself to kneel, bringing Lux down so that her shoulders rest on the soft ground. As he pauses to catch his breath, Fionn leans in, and Apalos turns his head to kiss his other lover deeply. Lux lies, quietly panting, a little frustrated at the pause…though seeing them like this is hot, too…

Then Apalos turns his full attention back to her, and nothing else matters.

Lux’s hands claw at the air, at the dirt, her arms hanging out at her sides. Her round tits roll on her chest as her body is rocked back and forth from deep downward thrusts. Apalos, face flushed, clearly concentrating, continues to look her in the eye – attentive, alert, but now on the home stretch. Lux only has enough breath to whimper and squirm as she cums again – and then, seconds or minutes or hours later, she’s not sure – one final burst of immense pleasure in sync with Apalos finally hitting his own heroic limit.

Her back arches and she thrashes mindlessly as his cock swells inside her, the torrent of heat flowing deep within. He cries out her name – well, with the blood rushing in her ears it might just be an incoherent shout, but she likes to think so anyway. She sees that Fionn is behind him, embracing him, as worn out by the whole experience as Apalos and herself are.

Lux lies still, panting, revelling in the feeling of that still-hard cock resting inside her. That little voice is louder this time – she just let another man cum in her, and no ordinary man, either. But, then – it’s only a few days, a week or two at most, since she gave birth, isn’t it? Surely there can’t be too much risk just yet…

As she’s learned to her cost before, though, the usual limits of time and fertility are no guarantee against the caprice of the fey.