They consummate their marriage

As they settled down for the night on the sofa in the living room, they allowed themselves to finally relax a little. But the tension of the day was still there, lingering in the air, and they were too tired, too scared, to discuss the events of the day. The wedding, the attack, the escape—it was all too raw, too painful. So, they sat in silence, listening to the eerie sounds that filled the night.

The house seemed to breathe with the wind that whispered through the gaps in the wood, and the soft creaking of the floorboards created a melody that played to the rhythm of their heartbeats. It wasn't the honeymoon suite they had hoped for, but at least they had each other.

Olivia shifted, the sound of the sofa groaning underneath them, and Noah put an arm around her, pulling her close. His breaths were deep, a reminder that he was there, that he would protect her. She had stripped off her blood soaked wedding dress, and with no clothes in the house she was now naked except for the lacy lingerie she had worn beneath her dress, a surprise meant for their wedding night.

In a house so cold and without heating, her nipples were hard, poking through the flimsy bra. His hand traced one, and Olivia turned to her husband. He had taken off his wedding suit to wipe off the blood and grime on his body, and he smelled earthy and sweaty as she pressed herself against him.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice low but steady, like a gentle melody in the darkness.

Noah didn’t reply, not in words anyway, but he pulled her even closer, and she felt the warmth of his skin against hers. He gently ran his hands down her back, caressing her shoulders and her spine, the feeling of his touch a reminder that they were alive, that they had survived. She could feel his heart beating strongly, a steady, reassuring rhythm.

Their mouths met, a hungry, **** kiss, reveling in life amidst so much ****. Their lips seemed to be made for each other, molding together in a passionate embrace, tongues exploring, savoring, needing.

She moaned softly as she felt the heat between them, a primal, raw desire rising. Her body pressed against his, seeking comfort, safety, love. And she found it all in his touch, in the way his hands traced her contours, and in the way his lips moved against hers, tender, yet strong.

Noah's hand, calloused and strong, moved to cup her breast, feeling the soft, supple flesh beneath his palm. They’d had sex many times before, but tonight was different. Tonight, it was more than just a physical union; it was a affirmation of life, of the marriage, of two people coming together as one.

His other hand moved down, tracing the curve of her hip, then slid further, slipping between her thighs, finding the moist warmth that awaited. She gasped softly, her breath hot and sweet against his cheek, as he touched her. Her body responded instinctively, arching against him, a silent request for more.

She reached out, her hands finding his hardness, stroking him, eliciting a deep groan from him. He was ready for her, his length firm and urgent, a testament to their connection, to their shared need.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth, and then trailed kisses along her jawline and down her throat, finding her pulse, and tasting the salt of her skin. He took a moment to gaze at her body, taking in the beauty that was hers, all hers, drinking in every detail. The gentle curve of her breasts, the softness of her belly, the way she looked at him, with love, trust, and a burning desire. Her blonde hair was still bright and shiny, despite the grime of the day, her blue eyes sparkled in the dim light, and her soft lips were parted in anticipation. He gently undid her bra, letting it fall to reveal her beautiful breasts.

She stroked harder now, her fingers squeezing and rubbing his length. She had read an article once, about how animals facing imminent danger are consumed by a basic urge to fuck, to procreate, as though it would save their existence from extinction. Right now, that’s exactly what they needed, that primal act, to forget everything else, to be consumed by nothing but each other. No fear, no pain, no loss, no grief, no hunger, no exhaustion, just their bodies, together.

Noah's fingers explored further, slipping between her folds to find her core, slick and welcoming. She let out a soft moan, a sound filled with want, need, love.

"Do you want think we should consummate our marriage?" he asked, his voice low, a deep growl of desire. She nodded, her eyes bright with longing. "Yes, more than anything."

Noah laid down, lifting her up onto his lap. She straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips, their bodies pressed together. Her hand reached down, positioning him at her entrance, and she lowered herself slowly, feeling him fill her inch by inch.

The feeling was indescribable, a mixture of pain and pleasure, a sensation that was both familiar and new. She felt his length stretch her, the thickness of him pushing against her walls. They gasped together, their breaths mingling as they became one, her warmth enveloping him.

She began to move, slowly at first, then with a growing urgency, the friction between them building a heat that spread throughout her body. He thrust upwards, meeting her movements, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her. The rhythm was intoxicating, their bodies moving in unison, a dance as old as time itself. With each movement, she could feel him deep within, filling her, completing her.

Noah's hands moved over her body, tracing every curve, his touch setting fire to her skin. She leaned down and kissed him, a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth. Their breaths grew louder, the sound of their gasps and groans mingling with the creak of the sofa beneath them.

His hands found her breasts, and he kneaded and teased her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, causing her to shudder and grind harder against him, her pussy clenching around his cock. Her nails raked across his chest, leaving faint pink trails on his skin, marking him as hers. The sight of him beneath her, his body straining with the effort of their lovemaking, only served to fuel her passion.

Noah looked up, at the vision of a blonde goddess bouncing on his cock, her breasts full and jiggling as she rode him, her soft belly shuddering each time she pulled herself from his cock, her pale skin echoing against his as she slammed herself back down into his pelvis.

The room was filled with the sound of their bodies, the wet slide of skin against skin, the creak of the sofa, and their ragged breaths. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and desire, a heady mixture that only served to heighten their passion. As their movements became more frantic, losing themselves in the moment, the world around them faded away until all that remained was the two of them, joined in an act that was both primal and sacred.

Olivia felt the tension building inside her, a tight coil of pleasure that wound tighter and tighter with each thrust, each touch. She could feel the heat spreading through her body, a fire that consumed her, and she moved faster, harder, seeking the release that she craved. Noah's breathing became more labored, his movements more urgent, his fingers gripping her hips with a fierce possessiveness.

She felt him swelling within her, and that pushed her over the edge. She cried out, her voice echoing off the walls of the old house, her body tensing as the waves of orgasm washed over her. Her muscles clenched and released, her pussy pulsing around his thick, hot cock. She arched back, her hair cascading down her back, her breasts thrust upwards, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Noah continued to thrust into her, prolonging her climax, and then he too came. She felt the hot rush of his seed deep within her, filling her, his body shuddering beneath hers, as he found his own release.

They stayed that way for a moment, locked in a passionate embrace, their bodies joined, hearts beating as one. Slowly, the world came back into focus—the soft whisper of the wind against the window, the gentle creaking of the old house, and the warmth of their shared love.

"We should find some condoms tomorrow," Olivia sighed dreamily, her fingers dancing across his chest, tracing patterns on his skin. "I think we're going to want to do that again."

[+20 Camp Morale], [Olivia]