Rounding out the day.

With Bul, it seemed, there was no such thing as one more round.

After passionately riding his divine cock to another burning orgasm, Johanna found herself between his legs, enjoying the flavors of their lovemaking. After the fellatio, the still-hard Guardian saw fit to pound her relentlessly into the ground, where she remained, squirming and moaning, for another few hours. This pattern went on for some time, and though Bul gave no signs of slowing or flagging, when the sunlight started to fade, Johanna thought it best to take her leave.

“You will return,” Bul said, not a command or a request, but simply a statement of fact.

“I will,” Johanna reassured him, “But Johnny is probably worried sick right now. Thank you again, Bul, for everything.”

The Guardian of Fire gave the slightest of nods, then returned to his throne, and to his solitude.

Although she moved quickly and confidently, the nighttime drizzle had already started to fall by the time Johanna made it back to the cave. Thanks to Bul’s blessing, of course, the cold rain against her bare skin was mildly uncomfortable, at best. “I could get used to this,” She mused, stepping out of the rain and squeezing the water from her hair.

“Johanna!” Johnny jumped up at the sight of her, no doubt relieved to see her alive and well. He paused upon noticing her state of undress, caught between awkward lust and concern, but Johanna’s warm smile helped to calm his nerves.

“Better get used to it,” Johanna said, striding confidently up to him, “Bul isn’t a big fan of clothing.”

“Oh!” Johnny said, blinking nervously, “I, uh, asked Aqui about Bul. They said you can find Bul’s shrine-”

“Johnny,” Johanna sighed, pressing a finger to his lips, “I just came from Bul’s shrine.” Johnny blushed and nodded, feeling a little silly, but then Johanna replaced her finger with her lips and he melted into her kiss. “Thank you for asking, though. Did you make any other progress, today?”

Johnny, suddenly eager and excited again, nodded and gestured behind him. In the back of the cave rested a roughly box-shaped piece of furniture that sort of, if you squinted, resembled… “A bed?”

“Yep!” Johnny said, pulling her along, “A little rough, but some of the fronds in the area are surprisingly soft, and Aqui pointed out some long, hollow trees that split right down the middle…” He rambled on about the various types of flora that went into the making of the ugly bed before them, and Johanna half-listened as she examined it.

“Comfortable enough,” She decided, laying down experimentally, “And sturdy.” She gave a lazy stretch and shifted her legs back and forth. Johnny’s rambling petered out as he watched her display.

“I, uh, didn’t really have time to fashion any coverings,” He said, mumbling the words slowly in an attempt to distract himself from the very sexy woman before him.

“Not a problem,” Johanna said, stretching out an arm in his direction, “I’m probably warm enough for the both of us.” As Johnny approached, she caught his waistband with her hand and slowly began to undo his belt, “It’s a very good bed, Johnny,” She said, continuing to undress him, “Now get over here and help me break it in...”