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Somehow, she raised her head to look at her lover. Their eyes met, his black and unfathomable while her hazel brown stared back in trusting love. Kevin shuffled forward a little more, banging his cock against her mound. He kissed her mouth, which opened involuntarily, allowing his tongue to pass between her parted teeth. He kissed her deeply, tasting and savouring her saliva while massaging her own tongue, causing her to pant and, if it was possible, to become even more aroused.
Denise came again. A rush of pure love and emotion poured from her body, a rare moment when total control is relinquished and the body survives on no more than automotive reactions. For the first time, she knew ecstasy so profound. Without thought, without premeditation, her knees came up and her feet locked together around her lovers back in the classic missionary position. She drew him into her, forcing his cock into her wide-open sex. She propelled him into her body and felt him pass beyond her outer walls and musculature. He was buried deep into her body and was not going to be freed now, until they had completed the act to its final conclusion.
Kevin thrust experimentally, finding that although she had him in a tight grip, he would be able to fuck into her. He started slowly, allowing his cock to almost withdraw completely, before slowly pushing back and letting her muscles ripple over his shaft. Neither of them could keep up the slow pace, their shared need far too strong for the niceties that perhaps they could share when the basic animal passion was sated.
In a blur of movement, Kevin was pumping into her, driving his cock deeper and deeper until his balls were banging on her upturned buttocks. The urge to mate was so strong now, that any differences of species were quite forgotten. This was a union of souls and they both strove to consummate the meeting. His knot began to swell inside her, the pace hardly diminishing making his withdrawal harder. As it swelled it rubbed against the hardened ridges of her G spot giving her an added sensation and causing her muscles to tighten on him. Then, he was fully engorged, his knot fully swollen and locked into her, every forward motion driving his cock into her womb that opened for his chisel edged cock to pass.
Nearing exhaustion, Kevin’s pace at last began to flag, to be replaced by a slower, but more intense thrust. His climax was approaching fast and then arrived in an explosion of sensation, lust and emotion that was all consuming. He howled, raising his head to open his windpipe. He howled to the moon of his triumph while his hot seed spurted into her wanting body. He looked at her and found she was crying, sobs wracked her body causing her to milk his cock in a feral embrace, tears coursed from her eyes and over her temples, soaking her hair. He kissed her again and then licked the salty tears from her face knowing that she could not howl as he had, but had released the pent emotion in her sobbing.
Eventually, after they disengaged, he cleaned her sex, tasting the mingled fluids of their secretions. Then lay with her, curled into his body like a child as she slept.
Morning came in a blaze of light, but neither saw it. Neither saw another sunrise nor wanted to. She was to attune to his clock and biorhythms in a union that lasted for nearly fifty years. Denise marketed Kevins work, claiming him to be a secretive artist who wished to remain anonymous. It worked and even added to his attraction for the buying public. He would never be a rich man, but his work sold well and they made enough to be comfortable as outsiders to the population.
Until she died of old age, regretful of the forced parting, but happy in the knowledge of their love. He buried her in the loam of the forest, knowing that she would want to put something back into the earth that had sustained her. Kevin lived for many years after that, never aging, but always waiting for her to reincarnate. He knew that she would and it would only be a matter of time, because a love like theirs could never die. He stayed in the forest, living in the shack and on the anniversary of the full moon, feeding on the deer.
It was another fifty years before Kevin met Denise again. Her name was different, but the love they shared was the same. She couldn’t remember any of their previous life together, but it mattered not one whit.
– The End –
