Page 56 of Betrothed

Zax stifled a roar against her short hair and came. His hips stilled against hers, trembling as he pumped load after load of come inside her.

Fawn started coming after the first spurt. She reached between her legs and touched her clit, each pulse of come inside her dragging a new wave of pleasure through her used body.

Finally, Zax slumped against her. He pulled his soft cocks out and fell to the side, and they both lay there for some time, staring up at the makeshift night sky as their breathing slowed.

Fawn rubbed a slow hand over the love marks on his chest. “Where did you drop the packs?”

“Just outside,” Zax panted. “Just as I pounced.”

“Good thinking.” Fawn was glad he hadn’t stopped to put them down outside the cave. It would have ruined the illusion of the chase.

Zax knelt up and kissed her breasts, which were grazed from the cave floor. Then her knees, which genuinely ached. He pressed one last lingering kiss to her ankle, then stood on wobbly legs.

“I will fetch the packs,” he said. “And a new dress.”

Fawn nodded, not willing to move yet. Her legs felt like liquid. There was still sweat drying in her curls, which she cut short every few years when she decided, yet again, she didn’t like it long.

Zax returned with his loincloth knotted around his waist, packs on his back, and a dress waiting in his hands.

“We can wash in the river before we leave,” he said, draping the dress over their packs. “Do you want me to carry you?”

Fawn nodded. Zax scooped her up, plucking the shredded remains of her last dress from her slick body and stowing them in his pockets to turn into fabric scraps.

Zax carried her toward the mouth of the cave. Fawn could hear the river bubbling merrily outside, waiting for them.

“Can I bathe you?” Zax asked.

Fawn looked up at him. Even after all this time, he was still hungry for it: to be close to her, to make her clean, to do so many things he had dreamed of doing with a spouse for so long before she arrived.

Well, Fawn was here now. And she would never leave him, not for all their days.

“Yes,” she said simply. “I would like that.”

Zax smiled. Then he kissed her forehead and carried her into the early morning sun, where the river waited.