In any way.In any way. Even if the offender killed me, I would come back from the pit of Hell to go after the mofo again. And again. As necessary. The auroch had threatened such as her; the auroch is no more. Now I understood. As I stared at her, she stirred, lusciously, in my arms. Her eyes were briefly unfocused, then her gaze betrayed uncertainty -- but never fear. Here I was, almost three decades older than her, my history- ignorant cock locked inside her, and she was still trusting. Bring on them aurochs -- and light a candle for the suckers. "Hi," she whispered. "Howdyafeel?" The eyelashes brushed the cheeks again, then fluttered butterfly- lovely up. "Exhausted, wonderful, happy, safe...loved?" I kissed the nearest eyelid. "In a very real way, but not in the let's-get-married-way." She laughed lightly, more than a giggle and less than a guffaw. "No kidding." The eyes de-focused for a moment, then: "It feels good having you still inside me." She pulled the boob-cupping hand close, then ducked her young, innocent face down and kissed it. "I used to... masturbate imagining what it would be like. You know what my favorite part of the fantasy was?" "Waking up, cuddled." "Cuddled," she confimred, snuggling herself deeper into the cradle of my arms. "Is it always like this?" "It should be. |