Chapter 127. We’re Making The Same Mess With The Same Liquid... She’s Home Now**

Chapter 127: 127. We’re Making The Same Mess With The Same Liquid... She’s Home Now**

I should have stopped. And I should have said no.

But the word she just said... no... I should have held back.

But she was looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world, and her pussy was dripping on my cock, and her hips were moving, and I made a choice... the worst and best choice I’d ever make.

I gripped her hips so hard my fingers sank into her soft skin, and I thrust.

I thrust all of me inside her.

All of it.

Every inch, from the base to the tip, driven by something ancient and primal and uncontrollable, and the sound she made... that sound... I will hear it until the day I die.

It wasn’t a moan. And it wasn’t a scream.

It was something beyond both, a high, sharp, agonizing cry that tore through the cave like lightning, and her whole body buckled back, her spine arching so hard I thought it might break.

Her head snapping back, her mouth open in a scream that went on and on and on, and I felt something tear inside her... felt the warm rush of blood mingling with her juices, felt the raw, visceral reality of what I’d done.

I immediately let go of her hips and pulled her against my chest, holding her and " ke sure to hold her so tight. "Sorry, sorry, sorry—Eveline, I’m so sorry—"

She was shaking. Her whole body was shaking, and her tears were hot against my skin, and her ears were folded flat, and I just held her.

I could feel her breathing, ragged and uneven, and I whispered into her hair, "I’ve got you... I’ve got you..."

"I’m sorry... I’m so, so sorry."

"I’m... I’m fine," she said, and her voice was shaky, but she was already pulling back, already trying to breathe, already trying to be okay.

She kissed my cheek, and she smiled through the tears, and she said, "I just need a minute... hahhhh... Just a minute."

I let her have her minute. I lay there, my heart hammering, my cock still inside her, still throbbing, still half-hard, and I looked down at where we were joined, and I had to admit.

I had to admit to myself, in the quiet, honest dark of that cave... that something about this was different.

Her pussy was unlike anything I’d ever felt. Not because it was tight or wet or warm... though it was all of those things in spades, but because of the texture.

There was something else in there, something beyond muscle and mucosa, something that felt almost... other.

A softness beneath the softness, a subtle, almost imperceptible pulse that had nothing to do with her heartbeat, a texture that made my cock feel like it was being cradled, like it was being held by something that knew exactly what it was doing, even if she didn’t.

It was different from Alicia.

Different from Laura.

Different from any woman I’d ever been inside.

It was like her body was built differently, like the gods had designed her pussy to be the most incredible, most addictive thing a man could ever experience, and they’d hidden that design inside a girl who didn’t even know what she had.

"You’re so fucking sexy that it made me loved you even more," I whispered, and she heard me.

She kissed my cheek again, and she said, "Roland... I want to move... I want to be the one who does this."

"Eveline, you’re bleeding—"

"I know... I’m fine... I’m fine... Just... let me."

And then she turned. She turned on top of me, and she pressed her hands against my chest for balance, and she lifted her hips.

I felt my cock slide out of her with a sound that was almost a squeal, and then she lowered herself back down, but this time she was moving.

Her hips were circling, her ass was rocking, her whole body was in motion, and the suction... goddamn, it was insane.

It was like her pussy was pulling at me, demanding me, claiming me, and every time she moved, I felt the walls of her pussy grip and squeeze and release in a rhythm that was so perfectly, so devastatingly right that I felt my cock twitch.

I felt it start to soften, felt it trying to go soft, and I had to grab her hips and stop her. "No... No, no, no!"

"You’re going to make me—"

"Let me," she whispered, and her voice was fierce, and her eyes were burning, and she didn’t stop.

She moved faster. And she moved even deeper.

She ground her clit against my cock with a deliberate, punishing, heavenly pressure, and I felt my cock surge back to life, harder than it had ever been, harder than I thought was physically possible.

I could feel the cum building again... building like a volcano, building like a storm, and I knew... I was going to come again, and this time there would be nothing I could do about it.

"Eveline—" I groaned, and it was a sound of pure, unadulterated need, and she looked at me, and she smiled, and she said, "Don’t you dare hold back... Don’t you dare!"

And I didn’t.

I let go. I let everything go.

I let the beast out, and the beast came with a roar that shook the cave, and my cock erupted inside her again, again and again and again, and this time it went deep—so deep that it felt like it was touching her soul.

It also feels like it was writing itself into the very fabric of who she was, and I felt her whole body seize, felt her scream ...a long, sustained, beautiful scream, and she clutched at me, her nails digging into my arms, her body trembling, and I could feel her climax.

Her orgasm... ripples through her like a wave... maybe like the ocean itself was breaking apart and reforming around my cock, and she shook.

She shook and shook and shook... again and again... to the point that I came with her, and we came together.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

SQUUUUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT~

The world dissolved into nothing but pleasure and light and the sound of her voice calling my name like a prayer.

"Roland! Roland! Roland! Roland!"

When it was over... when the world came back... when I could breathe again and my heart was slowing and the cave was quiet except for our ragged, heaving breaths, I found myself looking up at her, and she was lying on top of me.

Her face buried in my chest, her body still trembling, her ears still twitching, and I could feel the warmth of her cu... ourOur cum mixed together.

Hers and mine were dripping from her, from where we were joined, and I could feel the slow, steady pulse of her orgasm still echoing through her body, still vibrating through me.

I pulled her up, gently... so gently, and she looked at me, and her eyes were glassy, and her lips were swollen, and her face was flushed, and she was smiling.

She was smiling like she’d just been born. She was smiling like she’d just discovered that the world was full of magic.

"That..." she started, and her voice was wrecked, and she laughed. "That was... oh my gods."

I laughed too.

I laughed until my chest hurt, until my eyes watered, until I was gasping for air, and she was laughing with me, and her hands were still in my hair.

Her body was still pressed against mine, and I could feel us both still dripping with each other, still connected, still one in a way that defied language and logic and every rule I’d ever lived by.

She sat up, and she looked down at us, at the mess we’d made, at the cum and blood and sweat and everything that was between us.

She said, in a voice that was so soft it was almost a whisper: "You were right."

"About what?"

"About me... About... me being enough." She looked at me, and her eyes were full of tears, and her ears were curling and uncurling, and she said. "I am enough."

"You’re more than enough," I said, and I meant it.

I meant it with every atom of my being, with every cell, with every breath, and with every beat of my heart. "You’re everything... You’re my everything, Eveline."

She cried then—real, honest, ugly tears, the kind that come from the deepest, most sacred place in a person, and I held her while I whispered into her ear, into her soul, into the place where she’d been afraid and alone for so long.

"I’ve got you... You’re homehome... my home..."