FREE USE in Primitive World

For a long time neither of them moved.

Sol stayed buried inside her, arms still loosely wrapped around her back, the slow leak of his cum already seeping out around the thick base of his cock and dripping onto the moss covered stone.

Veylara’s breathing gradually evened out against his chest. The violent trembling faded. The last weak flutters of her pussy around him softened into soft stillness.

Then the haze finally began to clear.

Veylara shifted slightly, a small frown pulling at her brows. Something felt... wrong. Or at least unfamiliar.

A strange, lingering fullness sat deep inside her, heavier and more present than the simple stretch of his cock or the warm mess of his release.

It definitely wasn’t pain as her layer 4 body has already adapted to the length and girth of his cock.

It didn’t feel like the ordinary after-sensation of being thoroughly fucked. It felt like something else had settled into her, quiet and foreign, spreading through her lower stomach in a way she had no name for.

She pushed herself up a little on his chest, still seated on his cock, and happened to look down between their bodies.

His thick cock was still plugged deep inside her. Thick white thing he had called cum had already begun leaking out around it in slow, messy rivulets, coating the dark curls and sliding down onto his balls.

The sight made her breath catch. She had felt him flood her. She had felt every heavy pulse.

But seeing the evidence of it leaking out of her own body while he was still inside her sent a complicated feeling through her.

”I... feel something strange,” she said, voice still rough and unsteady. ”Something is filling me. It feels... different.”

Sol, still half-dazed from his own climax, thought she was simply reacting to the first time a man had come deep inside her. A small, satisfied smirk tugged at his mouth. He stroked a hand slowly up her back.

”That’s normal,” he murmured. ”First time taking a load that deep always feels intense.”

Veylara shook her head slightly, ”I-it’s not that, it feels deeper,” she murmured, still staring down at the place where they were joined.

The strange sensation didn’t match what he was saying, but she didn’t have the words to explain it.

Her gaze stayed fixed on the thick cock still stretching her open and the slow drip of his cum out of her pussy.

”You came inside me,” she said, almost accusingly. ”Deep. All of it.” Her eyes lifted to his face, a flicker of real alarm mixed with the residual haze. ”Will I become pregnant now?”

Sol blinked, then gave a small shrug. He sat up enough to press soft, soothing kisses along her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her mouth, then lower across her collarbone and the upper slopes of her breasts.

His hands stroked slowly over her sides and the slim curve of her waist.

”Who knows?” he shrugged. ”It’s up to fate.” He kissed the side of her neck once, gentler than anything that had come before. ”I don’t know why but so far no one has gotten pregnant from me. You don’t have to worry about it.”

Though she felt strange that despite how energetic he was, no one has become pregnant from his, the answer didn’t fully settle the unease in her chest, but the soft kisses and the calm in his voice took some of the edge off.

She was still sitting on his cock, still feeling that strange internal fullness, still watching his cum leak out of her, when he suddenly smirked and shifted beneath her.

”Let’s continue.”

Veylara stared at him.

”...Aren’t we finished?”

Sol’s smirk widened. He reached down, took one of her hands, and guided it between their bodies until her fingers wrapped around the thick base of his cock where it was still buried inside her.

Even after flooding her, he was still hard... still rigid and heavy in her grip, still filling her completely.

”Finished?” he said, voice low and dark with renewed hunger. ”We’ve just started.”

Before she could form another protest he lifted her off his cock. The wet, filthy sound of him leaving her body made her flinch.

Thick cum immediately spilled out of her in a heavier trickle, running down her thighs.

In her surprised yelp, Sol stood, pulled her up with him, and guided her out of the pond towards the ground, under the deeper shadow of the willow trees where the moss was thicker and drier.

The moment they were under the hanging branches the strange sensation inside her shifted.

Whatever foreign energy had settled into her lower stomach earlier flared hotter, heavier, and unexpectedly turned into arousal so sharp it made her knees weak.

Heat flooded through her core. Her pussy clenched around nothing and leaked more of his cum down her thighs.

Her nipples tightened. Her breath went short. The residual soreness from being fucked so thoroughly was still there, but underneath it something new and hungry was waking up... something that made her look at Sol’s still-hard cock and feel an urge she had never experienced before.

She didn’t understand it.

She also didn’t fight it.

When Sol reached for her again she met him halfway.

The second the kiss started she opened for it, tongue pushing back against his with a sudden, surprising aggression.

Her hands slid down his chest and wrapped around his cock without being guided, stroking the thick length that was still slick with her own release and his cum.

Sol made a low sound of surprise against her mouth. He had expected residual resistance, maybe exhaustion. Instead the Warchief was kissing him like she wanted to devour him and stroking his cock with hunger.

But of course, he was more than happy to match it.

Sol pushed her back against the thick trunk of the nearest willow and lifted one of her strong thighs high against his hip.

He rubbed the head of his cock through the messy, cum-slick folds of her pussy once, twice, then thrust back inside her in one deep stroke that made her cry out into his mouth.